Chapter 1: Moving to LA

My name is Olivia, fifteen years old (at the time when chapter 1 is starting), blonde girl long hair and green eyes. I’m quite short at around 5’3 and weigh about 105lbs. I have what I would call a nice ass but my breasts are quite small (B cups).

I was born and mostly raised in St. Petersburg. We weren’t particularly wealthy, but I wouldn’t say we were poor either - a pretty accurate depiction of a mid class family. My mother is a business consultant which makes her travel a lot and my father an accountant. We had an apartment around the Galeria Shopping Mall where I would spend some time with friends and have fun in the cold winter and rainy days (which is most of the time in St. Petersburg). I guess there’s not much to it at that time, I was going to school, my mom was traveling Mon-Thu most weeks and my dad would work late or go out with some of his friends. So I led a pretty independent life.

At some point I could notice some tension between my parents. At first nothing special but they would start speaking less or get mad at each other or even pout like children. Even though it was not usual I just brushed it off like period that will pass by. My mom continued her traveling and my dad his late night work. Until one evening in the weekend when they were in their bedroom and I could hear them arguing and shouting, must have lasted a few hours and I had no idea what was going on; I couldn’t hear anything. After a while they sort of calmed on and we just carried on normally for one or two weeks. At some point they sat me down and explained that they will be divorcing. I couldn’t believe it at first and tried to persuade them not to, but of course they were quite firm and decided and I couldn’t do anything about it. It took me some time to get settled with the idea, but eventually no choice but to accept it. On top of it my mother was moving to Los Angeles as she was headhunted by another consulting firm there and wanted me to come with her. I didn’t mind going to LA sounded really cool actually but was sad leaving dad behind. It is only later that I found out their problems started when my mom got the offer and wanted to move and it all exploded when mom found out that dad was sleeping with an intern at his company, thus explaining the late nights.

It was not really a fun time so I’ll fast forward to the move. We got two large suitcases each with my mom and got on a plane to LA. There was no direct flight so we flew through London. We got there and a car was waiting for us to drive us to the place provided by my mom’s company to flat that was also provided. We get there with our suitcases and nothing else. The basics were covered, such as bed and sheets but we had none of our stuff there. It was still to be shipped and shall arrive about two weeks later. We took about a week to settle in, get phone numbers, etc ... and sign up for local high school. It came time for my first day - I really wanted to ride the yellow bus but unfortunately I discovered there aren’t a lot in LA due to schools being so close to students most of the time so people usually just walk. Anyway got disappointed that I don’t get to ride the cliché bus, I walk to high school with my first day schedule in my bag.

I could speak and write in English but it was far from perfect (still is:)) and with a Russian accent no less, but anyway I was more or less equipped to tackle school in the US. I believe my first day was Maths, Social Sciences and English. I could manage the first two but got completely lost in English. While walking in between classes some guy came up to me and handed me a flyer and continued distributing them to other people. I read through the flyer and it’s an invitation to a beach party tonight at Santa Monica. I get home trying to figure out how to ask my mom if I could go or not and when I get there she’s actually not home. I check my phone and I had a missed call from her and a text saying that she just got staffed on a project and she had to leave right away and will be back in a few days. She left me some money in the kitchen for those days and that was it. At least I didn’t have to ask for permission anymore and it sort of hit me, with my mom traveling so much I’ll be pretty much living alone and that’s pretty neat.