London not LA

"It's only fair, still I really wanted to go,'' I whined as I hung upside down on my bed. The feeling of blood rushing to my head made me feel like I was going to pass out.

"I know baby, you were really good on the second and third night. I was almost certain she would pick you," his deep voice travelled through the phone with a slightly muffle to it.

"I told you the woman was evil," I groaned and sat up with great struggle.

We were talking about the Los Angeles trip that half of the cast left for three days ago; the same trip that I didn't get picked for because of my 'incident'. She said that although I did well for the last two showings and received multiple compliments, I was 'unreliable'. At first, I was angry, what does that even mean? Sue me for having trauma because I was assaulted by my very own aunt. Then I was upset and disheartened, I practised and worked hard only to be left off of the bus.

Thankfully, the thought of spending time with my