I had arrived in the States not long ago in the city of Los Angeles the so called city of "Degeneracy". After walking around the airport for a bit and asking for directions I was starting to know why it was called that...EVERYONE IS A FUCKING WANKER!

I was either told a lie or they outright didn't give a flying fuck, I managed to find someone who was nice enough to point me hand me a tourists map of the city as well as pointed me towards the cabs and I headed outside. Once I found a cab I put my bags in the boot and got in the back. The driver asked "So where to kid?" to which I looked at the map and pointed out a location and said "Can you take me down to the Santa Monica Motel?" he looks at for a second in the rear view mirror and then just simply replies "Sure" and he turned on his fare meter and off we went.

After about 30-40 minutes of driving I arrived at the motel, I gave paid the fare of $36 and grabbed my bags and went to the reception and booked myself a room. I unlocked the door, dragged my bags in and dumped them on my bed and lay down for a second looking up at the ceiling, thought to myself "I wonder if there is anything in the fridge?" So I got up and went to the fridge and opened the door and inside was a small carton of milk and for some reason unbeknownst to me was the CERIAL! I couldn't help put say in pure disgust "What the fuck?!" and I pulled the box out of the fridge and put it on the counter in the side.

It was a good cereal as well, it was Frosted Flakes in one of those single serving boxes. I pulled out my phone and had a look at the time it was 3:45pm and I thought outload to myself "Well I already had my lunch on the plane so I guess dinner is solved for tonight before I head out".

I felt really nasty sitting in the clothes I had on for the duration of my international flight which was just a tracksuit, nothing too fancy. they smelled after having sweating in the already cramped flight...I need a shower. I went into the bathroom and got undressed and got inside the shower. Once done I felt much better and wrapped a towel around myself and headed to my room and got dressed in my outfit outfit for tonight which was A black turtleneck sweater, a pair of black skinny jeans, my black Chelsea boots and my navy blue nylon belt.

I went back out into the kitchen a made myself that bowl of Frosted Flakes and that was dinner sorted for tonight. Whilst I was eating them in the kitchen I pulled out my phone and looked at the time again which read 4:20pm I smiled and said "Nice" and once I finished my cereal and washed up my bowl I gathered my wallet, phone and card key I headed out for the Santa Monica Beach for the concert.

After about a 15 minute walk to the beach I had arrived at the concert, it certainly looked like a stereotypical beach party film, you had the hot jocks with tank tops on drinking beer and popping pills and then you had the stereotypical hot girls who were acting cute and pretty whilst also...drinking and popping pills "Great" I thought to myself. I wandered down into the crowd whilst also maintaining my distance from everyone when the first singer came on stage.

On the Banner that hung from the scaffolding read "Verosika Mayday!" I never heard of her before I thought, maybe a local artist, she came out from the cover of smoke that was being filtered onto the stage and introduced herself "Alright Spring Breakers y'all ready to get fucked up and make some bitch'n bad choices!"

The crowd roared and cheered and started raising their arms in the air spilling their plastic cups of beer everywhere, at this point I thought that this concert was a joke and just sat there with a smile on my face at how corny it was but I watched either way, this "Verosika Mayday" began singing but I didn't really listen but what caught my attention was the fact that there was a message that flashed onto the screen that read "Fuck you Blitzo" I thought it was strange but I thought that maybe it was some kind of message for an Ex boyfriend or something but what happened next was out right awkward to say the least...THE CROWD ALL BEGAN TO MAKE OUT AND FUCK EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BEACH!

I started to look the other way and I thought to myself out loud "Nope I'm out" when I turned around and saw in my eyes the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. She was this goth girl that I think just saw that there was some sort of concert on as well and showed up, I could tell right away that she didn't care much for it either and she walked to the back as well by me. We quickly glanced at each other before she continued walking past, she had soft pale skin with red eyes, and a half shaved head with long silver locks draped down to the right. She was wearing back converse high tops with long black socks that reached just above her knees, black short shorts and ripped up crop top with a pentagram styled lacing around the neck and...a...spiked dogs collar?

This girl whoever she was had peaked my interest and I must know her name and as I was approaching her she had started talking to this massive bulky guy with a scar over his left eye, he appeared to be some kind of bouncer but possibly a retired soldier maybe. Anyway she began talking to this guy and boy did she sound nervous "Heeeyyyyy...You" she said as she lightly punched him in the arm.

They obviously knew each other to some extent some extent because he knew who she was "Oh hey you're that hound working for my boss's creepy ex". The music got too loud at that point that all I could hear was her introducing herself as loona, I smiled and thought "What an awesome name for a girl like her".