Chapter 0001

NP: Welcome to New York by Taylor swift

"The sun will come out tomorrow bethcha bottom dollar i don't know the lyrics but I know that there is a word tomorrow"

Ok. I know. I am not a great singer but who cares. No one can hear me except me. Maybe Mrs. Simmons can hear me but I bet she's sleeping. Old people loves to sleep and my other neighbor might be overdosed for all the stuff he is using.

I am currently packing my bag because I am going to New york for a job interview. Yes! You heard me right! I am moving for a job interview. What Job? I am not sure. I just pass my resume in the mail but I know whatever it is it will be awesome!

I already packed last night but I am double checking all of my belongings just in case I might miss something. As if I have many things. All my belongings fit in one large trolley and a backpack.

I look around my room for one last time this has been my home since I was sixteen. My home since I was kicked out of the orphanage and work my ass off everyday as a dishwasher to pay my rent and my bills. My home sweet home for 5 years since I am 21 now. Wait. Hold on a minute 5 plus 16 is 21 right? *ongoing mental breakdown* Nevermind.

Dragging my bag in the hardwood floor is easy provided that the hallway has no cracks or no litter in every available space on the floor and No body lying on the floor either. Literal body dead or alive or both.

Who am I to complain? All of the people who are renting here have the same background as I am or in so much worse situation than I am.

After trekking for 10 min It feels like it. I got out of the building finally and I am on my way to the bus station to go to New york. My taxi is waiting for me. The driver is such a gentleman I can say that. He popped the back compartment and waited for me to load all my bags and after I finish loading my bag he grunted and told me to close the compartment. What a sweet guy (note the sarcasm). I went inside the taxi and close my eyes. I might vomit If I open it. Motion sickness sucks.

Arriving at the bus station after 20 min and paid for my fare. I unloaded my things and thank the driver for his excellent service and made my way to my assigned bus and loaded

my things again with the help of the attendant thank God and made my way inside the bus.

I chose a window seat. I have motion sickness but I still chose this seat. I really want myself to suffer every freaking minute. I lulled myself to sleep hoping if I wake up I am in New York already embarking on a new journey.

Author's Note

Short chapter. Will update soon😊