Generation 2, Chapter 1: Starstruck

Never have I been so excited before.

After a long, arduous flight to Bridgeport, I had to rent a car to drive all the way till before Starlight Shores, where dad arranged my new car to be dropped off. Dumping the tiny rented car, I jump into my new Renault ZOE, and speed off into Starlight Shores. It's hard to adapt to the fact that this town will be my new home. Far away from all my relatives - a new beginning.

As I speed my car through all the streets with hardly any effort, I do take time to enjoy the scenery. Starlight Shores is full of grand places. And by grand, I mean that these houses would literally cost millions of dollars. Sadly, these stylish homes won't house me.

My house?

It's more of an apartment than a house.

My apartment is located deep into town, almost at the edge of the other side, where a road is located that leads to another city. It happens to be the only high rise the town has, which baffles me: If this place is so fancy, why aren't there many tall buildings?

A quick ride up the elevator (did I mention we never had those in Sunset Valley?), and I'm at my new apartment. It's very modern, seeing as I had instructed people to decorate it to my taste. But to be honest, I would be happy with a cramped-up apartment - as long as I get to call it mine. But that's what you get when you have rich parents.

I place the keys to the door on the counter top, and quietly move to the lounge area which is filled with windows. The view from above is amazing. I don't think ol' Sunset Valley can beat such a view.

Another two hours fly by, as I pack out my clothing, and get settled into my new home. Honestly, living on my own... It's lonely. The quietness is driving me insane, so I jam a button that turns on the stereo. But it's still not enough.

Down the elevator again, I climb back into my car and drive around the town aimlessly. The buildings and signs that flash by are unfamiliar, making me discouraged to stop at any of them. But like my mother once told me, "You have to stop being shy sometime or another." And so I stop at the nearest social hangout.

It turns out the place I'm at is a karaoke bar, which is fine...for other people. I like performing and all, but not to upgrade my own status, like these hooligans are doing. The current singers are two men, and they definitely can't sing to save their lives. One is always off note, while the other is trying to make their own mix of the song.

Mostly ignoring the spectacle that is going on in front of me, I turn to the newspaper in front of me, catching up on what's going on in the town. The front page is cluttered with gossip, which I scowl at. These people have no lives, other than their celebrity status.

"I saw that you didn't really listen to our performance. How come? Were we not fantastic to your sense?" I look up, rolling my eyes, to see the brown-haired singer standing in front of me, with a HUGE attitude pose.

"Were it not fantastic that one guy kept going off the rails when it came to pitch, and that the other one wanted to rap? Yup, it was definitely NOT fantastic," I respond, folding my newspaper and dropping it on the counter.

"...Wow," he says after a minute's speechlessness. "You're definitely not from this town. Don't you know who I am?"

"A humongous egotist, only interested in wooing ladies for pleasure? I think I know who you are."

My chair's legs make an awful sound as I quickly skid it backward and get up to escape from this random guy. Unfortunately, he doesn't let me pass without another try at a conversation.

"Hahaha...," he chuckled quietly. "I like feisty girls. Come on, kitten. Why don't you come with me? I'll show you around town, we'll get a bite to eat... Then we'll see where it all goes."

I almost chuckle out loud. All this reminds me of what my dad told me when I walked out the door. "If any guy tries any funny business with my daughter, just call me, and I'll come there and beat them up with a crowbar."

"No thank you, I don't date boys who aren't mature. And you're a bit on the sleek side, so, double no."

With a walk of confidence, I strut out of the bar. It's not long till I hear another set of footsteps, rushing after me.

"WAIT! HEY, wait up!" He yells, and I pause for a moment. "Please, pretty girl, just give me a name. That's all I ask."

I smile, shrugging. He might just as well know the name of the girl he'll never get.

"It's Kaylin," I say over my shoulder, then I quickly get into my car and speed away to my apartment.

A shower is something I drastically need. For almost half an hour, I stand under the water, just letting it drip off me. It's a great stress reliever, after all the hectic events of the day. Letting my hair hang loose so it can dry off by itself, I lazily put on my PJ's, and trudge off to the kitchen to make some dinner.

My cooking is horrendous - honestly, I don't even know how to operate a microwave. The best I can do is whip up some Autumn salad. Halfway through mixing the ingredients, there's a rather loud knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I call, hesitating to open the door.

"Someone that REALLY needs to pee right now," the answer comes back.

Cautiously, I open the door, revealing a colorful dressed person, that looks hauntingly familiar.

"Bridget?" I ask, frowning.

"Oh hey there, sis. Mind if I use your bathroom quickly?" she smiles broadly.

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I'm really excited because I have Showtime, so I'm not gonna add too much info here...

Thanks for reading, and have a great day!

:)