Not The End. || A Hanna Vaughn Self Para.
Hanna pulled one last photo from her wall. A blonde boy with a huge grin and an older girl with red hair stared back at her. It was a picture from her first day of high school. She was supposed to have it taken by herself but Tim wouldn't stop whining about him not being in it. Hanna smiled, placing the photo down in the box that was already filled with all the photographs from her wall. A hundred eyes stared back at her. All the faces of everyone she'd ever loved. Everyone she was leaving behind.Â
She got the phone call yesterday. A talent scout had spotted her at one of her rehearsals. They wanted her to move out to  California to star in a up-coming TV series. How could she ever say no to that? It was everything she'd ever wanted and more.
A part of her didn't want to go. She was content with staying in Evanston. But Hanna wanted more than "content". That's why she was leaving.Â
She'd finally filled the last of her boxes. Her room looked so bare. Like she'd stripped it of all her memories and stuffed them all into cardboard boxes. It felt horrible. But at the same time she felt refreshed. Like this was the beginning of a new chapter in her life.
She picked up the box of photographs, leaving her bedroom behind her and walking to the Taxi she and Tamara were taking to the airport.
It wasn't the end. Just the next chapter. Â












