After the pilot announced the arriving to John Kennedy airport, Miranda looked through her window and saw all the high buildings of New York city. Although anybody would feel excited about going to New York, she felt bad, and angry with everybody, especially with her dad. Her dad, Richard, was an English rich banker who went to live to Madrid when he was young. There, he had met Lisa, Miranda’s mother, and they had got married.
Miranda’s life was really good; she lived in a big and pretty apartment in the city center. She had all she wanted, and her parents loved her a lot. She went to a private school; she loved her friends. When her dad told her the news about an offer from an important bank in New York, she felt scared. She knew if her dad accepted the job, they had to move there, and she didn’t want to!
She loved her life in Madrid. She had cried a lot the last months thinking about this change in her life. She was scared, and she didn’t know anybody in New York; she didn’t know when she would have the chance to visit her friends in Spain. Her mother had told her their apartment in New York was really nice. She told her that from her apartment they could see Central Park and that everybody in their neighborhood was very nice.
Miranda loved New York; she had visited there a couple of times, but the idea of changing Madrid, her town home, for New York, made her feel sad. She tought her life in New York was going to be miserable. She was fifteen years old, and she had no brothers or sisters. She felt alone when she though about it, the only company she had in New York was her mom. In that moment, her mom called her.
"Miranda, what are you thinking about? Let’s go honey we have arrived."
"Yeah, I know mom, sorry." She took her hand baggage, and she followed her mom. When they were in the airport gate, a limousine was waiting for them.
"Hi Charlie, how are you doing?" her dad said. "This is my wife, Lisa and my daughter, Miranda. Lisa, Miranda,this is Charlie, our new driver."
In the limousine Richard started talking about Miranda’s new school, her new house, all the people from the new neighborhood… and although Miranda knew he was trying to make her feel better, it only made her feel nervous and sad.
After forty five minutes they arrived to a twenty story building; it was gorgeous, and Miranda loved it. When they arrived to the fifteenth floor and Charlie opened the door of their new apartment, Miranda was impressed. It was really beautiful.
"Dad, this is amazing, I love this! See! You can see all Central Park from here! Oh my god, this is awesome!"
by Andrea
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Briana
For many years she had longed to go to New York. Her name was Briana Rich and she had been awaiting the lovely lights and huge buildings, and all the shopping that the huge city of New York contained. She had never had enough money, so for the past year she had been saving all of her minimum wage paychecks so that she could get herself to the city.
She had always lived in a small town right on the borderline of Tennessee and Kentucky called Bartersville. Ever since a little girl she had been longing to go out and experience the world, and New York was the first place that she wanted to visit.
Being 18, she was able to go on her own. First, she went and hitched a ride with her friend Alana because her friend’s mother lived in Columbus, Ohio. From there on, she caught a ride on the Metro train, which took her clear to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
After arriving there, she walked her five-mile journey to the nearest rent-a-car and rented the cheapest car and drove her way to New York City. Once into the great city, she became nervous but yet so excited! She had made it, and knew this was where she wanted to be. She found a parking garage and walked her way up the street. While walking she had seen many weird and unusual things. Even the people were a little different. The first thing she did was go to the Hilton where she had made her reservation, and she then took her belongings up to her room.
by Drayse
She had always lived in a small town right on the borderline of Tennessee and Kentucky called Bartersville. Ever since a little girl she had been longing to go out and experience the world, and New York was the first place that she wanted to visit.
Being 18, she was able to go on her own. First, she went and hitched a ride with her friend Alana because her friend’s mother lived in Columbus, Ohio. From there on, she caught a ride on the Metro train, which took her clear to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
After arriving there, she walked her five-mile journey to the nearest rent-a-car and rented the cheapest car and drove her way to New York City. Once into the great city, she became nervous but yet so excited! She had made it, and knew this was where she wanted to be. She found a parking garage and walked her way up the street. While walking she had seen many weird and unusual things. Even the people were a little different. The first thing she did was go to the Hilton where she had made her reservation, and she then took her belongings up to her room.
by Drayse
Kayden
" My name is Kayden Smith and I am on my way to the Big Apple! Hmm…mom just gave me this journal and I’m not sure how I should start? Well first off, I just turned 18 years old, and I just graduated from Mountain Valley High School. This trip is actually one of my graduation presents from my parents. I will give you a little bit of my background so you can get a feel for me.
"I graduated at the top of my class (131 students). Pretty impressive huh? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. Between softball, basketball, FCA, and Art Club I did not have much time to study, but I figured out a way to make it happen. Don’t misread, I still had time for a social life, but I am very focused on my studies. Along with being an honor student I excel in sports. I am a pitcher on the softball team, just like my mother, Danielle, who pitched in college. My dad, Tom, played basketball in college and he was a shooting guard. My brother, Josh, is sixteen years old and he plays football and baseball. Athleticism definitely runs in the family. Since this is such a long flight I will give you some facts about them:
"1) My mother, Danielle Smith, is probably one of the greatest moms in the world. She is my best friend, my coach, and she always makes me laugh. I can always count on her and I know I am going to miss her while I’m away. It was really hard for her to let me go on this trip because we are a very close family. My mother is a very smart woman, and she still knows how to throw a softball. I am very much like my mother- she played softball and basketball. She graduated at the top of her class, was involved in FCA, and she was an amazing artist. Our attitudes are also much like the same. We are stressful people, but at the same time we are very laid back. I love my mother so much. I miss her!!
"2) Tom Smth…this guy is amazing. I pretty much have the best parents in the world! He is so funny, smart, athletic, and he keeps my mom and I calm. He is the life of the party. I am very much my daddy’s little girl. He will always see me as his 12 year old. Believe it or not, he actually cried when I boarded the plane! Ever since he watched that stupid movie, Taken, he will not let me go anywhere. But my mom wears the pants in the relationship, so she over-ruled him. He is the softest biggest guy I know, and I love it!
"3) As far as Josh goes, he’s not half bad. We got really close this past year, and I can actually say I’m gonna miss the dork. Josh is a very unique young man. Along with being an All-State athlete, he has his priorities straight and he has high standards. I’m very proud of him for not being one of those ridiculously hormonal guys. He has a good head on his shoulder and he will succeed at anything he sets his mind to. We have been blessed with parents who care about the way we act, and who show us how to succeed in life. They held high standards for us, and I believe that is why we have turned out the way we are. Now lets talk about my future…
"I’m going to be spending the next five or six years of my life at Cornell! Woo hoo! Cornell is one of the reasons I wanted to go on this trip. I only visited once, but as soon as I saw the campus it just felt right. Still, I want to tour the campus as a future student. I do not know exactly what I want to major in, but I want to work in the medical field. Cornell has one of the best medical programs and I want to learn from the experts. Along with the school, New York City attracted me. I want to see the Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and the Empire State Building. I might hit up a few of the art museums and a Yankees or Giants game if I have time. I’m only going to be here for two weeks and there is so much to do and so much to see! But enough about school, this is summer break and I’m ready to have some fun!
"Do not think I am some book nerd; I’m ready to have some fun. New York City is the fashion capital in the United States and I am ready for a shopping spree, and maybe a little bit of clubbing, but I’m not usually into that. Well journal…you know, I need a name for you. “Journal” is so boring. What about Chloe? Well Chloe, I’m about two hours away from the John F. Kennedy Airport, and I think I’m going to take a nap. Ttyl!"
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Kayden set her pen down and closed the journal her mother gave her before she left. She thought her neighbor was getting tired of her writing. He was “clearing” his throat and tossing and turning since she turned the light on to write. Oh well, she asked the stewardess for a pillow and blanket and watched the back of her eyelids as they slowly fell.
by Katelyn
"I graduated at the top of my class (131 students). Pretty impressive huh? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. Between softball, basketball, FCA, and Art Club I did not have much time to study, but I figured out a way to make it happen. Don’t misread, I still had time for a social life, but I am very focused on my studies. Along with being an honor student I excel in sports. I am a pitcher on the softball team, just like my mother, Danielle, who pitched in college. My dad, Tom, played basketball in college and he was a shooting guard. My brother, Josh, is sixteen years old and he plays football and baseball. Athleticism definitely runs in the family. Since this is such a long flight I will give you some facts about them:
"1) My mother, Danielle Smith, is probably one of the greatest moms in the world. She is my best friend, my coach, and she always makes me laugh. I can always count on her and I know I am going to miss her while I’m away. It was really hard for her to let me go on this trip because we are a very close family. My mother is a very smart woman, and she still knows how to throw a softball. I am very much like my mother- she played softball and basketball. She graduated at the top of her class, was involved in FCA, and she was an amazing artist. Our attitudes are also much like the same. We are stressful people, but at the same time we are very laid back. I love my mother so much. I miss her!!
"2) Tom Smth…this guy is amazing. I pretty much have the best parents in the world! He is so funny, smart, athletic, and he keeps my mom and I calm. He is the life of the party. I am very much my daddy’s little girl. He will always see me as his 12 year old. Believe it or not, he actually cried when I boarded the plane! Ever since he watched that stupid movie, Taken, he will not let me go anywhere. But my mom wears the pants in the relationship, so she over-ruled him. He is the softest biggest guy I know, and I love it!
"3) As far as Josh goes, he’s not half bad. We got really close this past year, and I can actually say I’m gonna miss the dork. Josh is a very unique young man. Along with being an All-State athlete, he has his priorities straight and he has high standards. I’m very proud of him for not being one of those ridiculously hormonal guys. He has a good head on his shoulder and he will succeed at anything he sets his mind to. We have been blessed with parents who care about the way we act, and who show us how to succeed in life. They held high standards for us, and I believe that is why we have turned out the way we are. Now lets talk about my future…
"I’m going to be spending the next five or six years of my life at Cornell! Woo hoo! Cornell is one of the reasons I wanted to go on this trip. I only visited once, but as soon as I saw the campus it just felt right. Still, I want to tour the campus as a future student. I do not know exactly what I want to major in, but I want to work in the medical field. Cornell has one of the best medical programs and I want to learn from the experts. Along with the school, New York City attracted me. I want to see the Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and the Empire State Building. I might hit up a few of the art museums and a Yankees or Giants game if I have time. I’m only going to be here for two weeks and there is so much to do and so much to see! But enough about school, this is summer break and I’m ready to have some fun!
"Do not think I am some book nerd; I’m ready to have some fun. New York City is the fashion capital in the United States and I am ready for a shopping spree, and maybe a little bit of clubbing, but I’m not usually into that. Well journal…you know, I need a name for you. “Journal” is so boring. What about Chloe? Well Chloe, I’m about two hours away from the John F. Kennedy Airport, and I think I’m going to take a nap. Ttyl!"
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Kayden set her pen down and closed the journal her mother gave her before she left. She thought her neighbor was getting tired of her writing. He was “clearing” his throat and tossing and turning since she turned the light on to write. Oh well, she asked the stewardess for a pillow and blanket and watched the back of her eyelids as they slowly fell.
by Katelyn
Renee
It had been a long stressful year for her. She was going to take a long vacation trip to one of the big cities of New York. She was having a hard time staying at home alone, just remembering all of her good memories with her ex boyfriend. She had fallen so hard for him. All that turned out of the relationship was a broken heart.
She had lots of family who lived back in New York. She thought if she took a long vacation from this place, that it would be better for her. It was Saturday night, and she was deciding when she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave soon.
It was now Monday, and she had most of the things she was willing to take packed. She headed to the airport to set up time and day to leave. She would be leaving Wednesday to head to her hometown, New York. Tuesday morning she woke up and finished packing. After she got everything packed, she went and picked up the house a little.
Wednesday morning and she headed to the airport. When she got to the airport, her flight had been delayed for about an hour and fifteen minutes. She thought of leaving and going to get something to eat, but she just stayed at the airport and thought she would eat on the airplane.
Forty-five minutes later as she woke up from her nap. It was time to get everyone on the airplane and their stuff packed on the shelves. When she got onto the airplane, she got into her seat and just sat there. The airplane slowly took off. As she woke up from her long ride, she woke up with her head against the window. The view she saw was the over look of New York. She had now made it to her hometown of New York.
by Latisha
She had lots of family who lived back in New York. She thought if she took a long vacation from this place, that it would be better for her. It was Saturday night, and she was deciding when she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave soon.
It was now Monday, and she had most of the things she was willing to take packed. She headed to the airport to set up time and day to leave. She would be leaving Wednesday to head to her hometown, New York. Tuesday morning she woke up and finished packing. After she got everything packed, she went and picked up the house a little.
Wednesday morning and she headed to the airport. When she got to the airport, her flight had been delayed for about an hour and fifteen minutes. She thought of leaving and going to get something to eat, but she just stayed at the airport and thought she would eat on the airplane.
Forty-five minutes later as she woke up from her nap. It was time to get everyone on the airplane and their stuff packed on the shelves. When she got onto the airplane, she got into her seat and just sat there. The airplane slowly took off. As she woke up from her long ride, she woke up with her head against the window. The view she saw was the over look of New York. She had now made it to her hometown of New York.
by Latisha
Remington & Rylan
She loved the rolling hills, the puzzle of the barbed wire fence, the trickle of the summer rain on the incomparable ravishing leaves of the grand oak tree that stood in front of her bedroom window. The outdoors led to so much adventure in her eyes, but through her full-blooded German parents everything was about business. But her day dreams often led her on wondrous adventures to rain forests, desserts, caves, and abundant accounts of racing danger; with her true love Rylan Fitzpatrick.
He dreamed of her long golden curls gracefully blowing in the wind with a moonlight glisten about it. They gazed at the midnight stars trying not to make a sound; for their parents would highly forbid “this type of behavior”. His mother dearest never under stood him, his thoughts, his love, and his dreams. Proper! Proper! Proper! What happened to the thrill and rush of life? When did everyone make this world so boring? Dream jobs sitting behind a desk all day? Where is the thrill, the life? He longed to be with his true love Remington Ackland.
Dinner was as silent as a graveyard, as usual. Before the butlers brought out the appetizers, Mother spoke of a lazy maid while giving her a glare and shaking her head and Father always spoke of how the stock market was affecting his line of banks. Remington always sat; day dreaming of her nights spent in the oak tree with Rylan. Before she knew it the awe-striking sunset had arrived. Alas! Night has come! She couldn’t bear the sunlight. All of the proper bore. Night brought such adventure and love. Mother insisted she would be in bed by eight and since a certain date a few years ago she never complained.
He knew exactly what Remington was doing. He knew her thoughts and her actions. She was an amazing star to him. He knew right now she was anticipating for the sunset because she thought sunshine was boring because they were not allowed to be together. Their parents did not need to know about their midnight escapades. He sat and listened to his family talk about money and politics. He sat and waited to be dismissed from the table to complete his Advanced Calculus homework; although he had finished it quite a few hours ago. Finally he was dismissed to the table and politely kissed his mother on the cheek and said goodnight and headed up to his room. Soon he would escape.
She knew his routine. It was 8:45 P.M. He was kissing his mother goodnight and laying out his Advanced Calculus book so it would look like he had been doing homework. He would act like he had fallen asleep for an hour because his mother always looked in his door at 9:30 P.M. After she had come in his room moved his books from his lap, he would wait for ten minutes for her to walk to her bathroom and begin the intense prep for bed. She knew his every move. His every thought. He was so predictable to her. It would take him a few minutes to get the horse saddled, but he would be on his way in no time.
He listened for his mother to go to her master bathroom and complete her evening prep. Containing anti-aging lotions, clipping nails, painting nails, plucking eyebrows, and all the other unimportant things his mother did to herself that he saw silly. He hated that his mother had to please my father everyday be dressing up like a beauty queen. If he thought she was beautiful all dolled up, why wasn’t she beautiful without makeup and with her hair down? He saddled up his horse and galloped to the trees. The night air of the thicket was so pleasing to him. He was on his way to see her. It was time. He signaled Fire into a hard run once they jumped the creek into the pastures. He made a clear note to stay close to the trees. He knew her parents were already asleep but he didn’t want to take any chances.
She watched vigorously out her window. There he was. You could barely see him against the trees. He always knew to take precautions and protect their secret even if it was safe to drive a car. He always brought fire because he was fast, gentle, and quiet. She hurriedly planted her pillows under her blankets to look like she was still in her bed knowing it would fool her parents. She listened against her door for footsteps. Nothing. She quietly slid her window up and felt with her feet for the trusted oak tree that held so many of her secrets.
He tied Fire at the very edge of the thicket and snuck up to the south side of the villa. She was already waiting for him. His heart leaped with exploding joy. He darted up the tree and soon he could smell her hair and see the glisten of her hair in the moonlight. He kissed her quickly without saying hello.
Her hand landed on his freshly shaved cheek. “Mom he remembered.” She hated fur on his face. She thought it took away his beauty. His kisses without saying hello always sent her heart and soul for a rollercoaster ride. He knew just how to make her knees shake. She whispered hello as if she was out of breath. He smiled took her hand and kissed it. His texts were always heart-warming, but it was nothing compared to his warm lips on hers.
He smiled and silently laughed at her weak hello. He knew what was going through her mind. He knew she loved it when he was freshly shaved. He knew she loved his wordless kisses. She was so predictable.
They talked about the one thing they could ever disagree on. College. Her dreams drew her to a college in New York. His drew him to a college in California. She cried. He stared into the moonlight with tear filled eyes at the thought of being with out here. They both hated these nights. She asked why he hated her following her dreams. She asked why he was trying to keep her in a cage. She asked why he was trying to be her parent. She begged him to go to. She just wanted him with her every night and away from their proper parents and live the dreams and love that they had always dreamed of.
This killed him. He wanted too much to be with her every day. He would give anything to solve this problem and go with her. He wanted to wipe her tears away. He held her, sighed and told her he would go. Her eyes lit up just like they did when they met. He kissed her forehead.
She couldn’t believe it. He was going with her! They never would be apart! She stopped suddenly and asked how he was going to achieve this. She heard the words come out of his mouth. Run. They were going to just so happen to go to the same college. Away from their parents, and live how they wanted to.
He couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. But he couldn’t help it. This made her happy. His dreams could wait. She needed him with her. So New York is where he would go. He was going to speak with his parents and do his best to change their mind about California.
His parents would not move. He begged and pleaded with them that this was the better choice for what his parents wanted him to be. He continually talked about how well their law school was and how far its students normally went after college.
Over a long stressful two weeks, he convinced them. Before they knew it, they were off to New York; for the famous New York minute. Their parents had no idea what the two love birds had planned.
The flight was long without their other half. But they would soon be together once they got to the air port. The flight took only five hours but it seemed like forever. She had a different flight, on a different day. He flew down the day before and was supposed to start looking for apartments. Her mind drifted away from the documentary about whether or not Pluto was a planet or not, and leaned more to seeing Rylan again. She missed him. Did he miss her?
The apartment search had been quite a success. He had found reasonable apartments in the same building, within walking distance of their new school. He couldn’t wait to see her smile again. Smell her hair; it was so distinct. On his way to the air port to pick her up he stopped by a small flower shop. He knew she loved roses, deep rich red roses. A dozen should suffice.
Once in the air port they searched diligently for the other. He tried to call her but as usual her phone was on silent. He was irritated but silently chuckled to himself. He found were her flight was supposed to come out of the loading dock and stood for a moment. But then it caught his eye. Honda motorcycle magazines. He couldn’t resist. It wasn’t that far from her exit.
She saw that smiling face next to a rack of magazines filled with motorcycle articles. She should’ve known. He pulled out a dozen roses from behind his back and kissed her without hello. Her favorite. They were finally together here, at the Big Apple.
By Lynnsey
He dreamed of her long golden curls gracefully blowing in the wind with a moonlight glisten about it. They gazed at the midnight stars trying not to make a sound; for their parents would highly forbid “this type of behavior”. His mother dearest never under stood him, his thoughts, his love, and his dreams. Proper! Proper! Proper! What happened to the thrill and rush of life? When did everyone make this world so boring? Dream jobs sitting behind a desk all day? Where is the thrill, the life? He longed to be with his true love Remington Ackland.
Dinner was as silent as a graveyard, as usual. Before the butlers brought out the appetizers, Mother spoke of a lazy maid while giving her a glare and shaking her head and Father always spoke of how the stock market was affecting his line of banks. Remington always sat; day dreaming of her nights spent in the oak tree with Rylan. Before she knew it the awe-striking sunset had arrived. Alas! Night has come! She couldn’t bear the sunlight. All of the proper bore. Night brought such adventure and love. Mother insisted she would be in bed by eight and since a certain date a few years ago she never complained.
He knew exactly what Remington was doing. He knew her thoughts and her actions. She was an amazing star to him. He knew right now she was anticipating for the sunset because she thought sunshine was boring because they were not allowed to be together. Their parents did not need to know about their midnight escapades. He sat and listened to his family talk about money and politics. He sat and waited to be dismissed from the table to complete his Advanced Calculus homework; although he had finished it quite a few hours ago. Finally he was dismissed to the table and politely kissed his mother on the cheek and said goodnight and headed up to his room. Soon he would escape.
She knew his routine. It was 8:45 P.M. He was kissing his mother goodnight and laying out his Advanced Calculus book so it would look like he had been doing homework. He would act like he had fallen asleep for an hour because his mother always looked in his door at 9:30 P.M. After she had come in his room moved his books from his lap, he would wait for ten minutes for her to walk to her bathroom and begin the intense prep for bed. She knew his every move. His every thought. He was so predictable to her. It would take him a few minutes to get the horse saddled, but he would be on his way in no time.
He listened for his mother to go to her master bathroom and complete her evening prep. Containing anti-aging lotions, clipping nails, painting nails, plucking eyebrows, and all the other unimportant things his mother did to herself that he saw silly. He hated that his mother had to please my father everyday be dressing up like a beauty queen. If he thought she was beautiful all dolled up, why wasn’t she beautiful without makeup and with her hair down? He saddled up his horse and galloped to the trees. The night air of the thicket was so pleasing to him. He was on his way to see her. It was time. He signaled Fire into a hard run once they jumped the creek into the pastures. He made a clear note to stay close to the trees. He knew her parents were already asleep but he didn’t want to take any chances.
She watched vigorously out her window. There he was. You could barely see him against the trees. He always knew to take precautions and protect their secret even if it was safe to drive a car. He always brought fire because he was fast, gentle, and quiet. She hurriedly planted her pillows under her blankets to look like she was still in her bed knowing it would fool her parents. She listened against her door for footsteps. Nothing. She quietly slid her window up and felt with her feet for the trusted oak tree that held so many of her secrets.
He tied Fire at the very edge of the thicket and snuck up to the south side of the villa. She was already waiting for him. His heart leaped with exploding joy. He darted up the tree and soon he could smell her hair and see the glisten of her hair in the moonlight. He kissed her quickly without saying hello.
Her hand landed on his freshly shaved cheek. “Mom he remembered.” She hated fur on his face. She thought it took away his beauty. His kisses without saying hello always sent her heart and soul for a rollercoaster ride. He knew just how to make her knees shake. She whispered hello as if she was out of breath. He smiled took her hand and kissed it. His texts were always heart-warming, but it was nothing compared to his warm lips on hers.
He smiled and silently laughed at her weak hello. He knew what was going through her mind. He knew she loved it when he was freshly shaved. He knew she loved his wordless kisses. She was so predictable.
They talked about the one thing they could ever disagree on. College. Her dreams drew her to a college in New York. His drew him to a college in California. She cried. He stared into the moonlight with tear filled eyes at the thought of being with out here. They both hated these nights. She asked why he hated her following her dreams. She asked why he was trying to keep her in a cage. She asked why he was trying to be her parent. She begged him to go to. She just wanted him with her every night and away from their proper parents and live the dreams and love that they had always dreamed of.
This killed him. He wanted too much to be with her every day. He would give anything to solve this problem and go with her. He wanted to wipe her tears away. He held her, sighed and told her he would go. Her eyes lit up just like they did when they met. He kissed her forehead.
She couldn’t believe it. He was going with her! They never would be apart! She stopped suddenly and asked how he was going to achieve this. She heard the words come out of his mouth. Run. They were going to just so happen to go to the same college. Away from their parents, and live how they wanted to.
He couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. But he couldn’t help it. This made her happy. His dreams could wait. She needed him with her. So New York is where he would go. He was going to speak with his parents and do his best to change their mind about California.
His parents would not move. He begged and pleaded with them that this was the better choice for what his parents wanted him to be. He continually talked about how well their law school was and how far its students normally went after college.
Over a long stressful two weeks, he convinced them. Before they knew it, they were off to New York; for the famous New York minute. Their parents had no idea what the two love birds had planned.
The flight was long without their other half. But they would soon be together once they got to the air port. The flight took only five hours but it seemed like forever. She had a different flight, on a different day. He flew down the day before and was supposed to start looking for apartments. Her mind drifted away from the documentary about whether or not Pluto was a planet or not, and leaned more to seeing Rylan again. She missed him. Did he miss her?
The apartment search had been quite a success. He had found reasonable apartments in the same building, within walking distance of their new school. He couldn’t wait to see her smile again. Smell her hair; it was so distinct. On his way to the air port to pick her up he stopped by a small flower shop. He knew she loved roses, deep rich red roses. A dozen should suffice.
Once in the air port they searched diligently for the other. He tried to call her but as usual her phone was on silent. He was irritated but silently chuckled to himself. He found were her flight was supposed to come out of the loading dock and stood for a moment. But then it caught his eye. Honda motorcycle magazines. He couldn’t resist. It wasn’t that far from her exit.
She saw that smiling face next to a rack of magazines filled with motorcycle articles. She should’ve known. He pulled out a dozen roses from behind his back and kissed her without hello. Her favorite. They were finally together here, at the Big Apple.
By Lynnsey
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Briley
The sky was too black for it to be five o’clock in the afternoon. The sky rumbled a threatening sigh as she rushed to get to the motel before the rain cut loose. She pulled into the Super 8 motel parking lot and turned off her car. The sky flashed a warning, so she pulled her keys out of the ignition, grabbed her bags out of the back seat of her beat-up ’62 Chevelle, and locked the doors before dashing to the motel’s main office to get her room for the night.The clerk looked at her with blood shot eyes and mumbled something incoherent. She tapped her feet and sighed as she waited for him to get her key to her room so she could go get food for the evening. She was starving. He kept talking to himself. It was really starting to aggravate her. Finally, the stoned clerk gave her the key, and she breathed out as she walked out of the office.
Now she She wasn’t going to walk across the street to the diner. She got to the diner and almost laughed. It was the biggest cliché she had ever seen. It was like a nightmare based in the 1950s. She took a small table in the back and looked at her menu that was water-stained. She felt as if someone was staring at her, so she looked up. A waitress with the name of Bernice took her order. As Briley waited for her burger and fries, she glanced around. There was a police officer who looked too similar to someone she knew back in Kansas.The officer noticed she was looking at him and smiled. Briley winced. He looked just like Adam, her ex boyfriend. She looked away quickly, knowing that it was so rude of her to do that.
Her food arrived to the table but she could honestly say that she wasn’t hungry anymore. But she had already paid for her food so she would eat it. She ate her food slowly trying not to look back up at the officer who looked so much like her ex.Adam was the ultimate reason Briley left Kansas. He broke her heart so badly. She couldn’t stay in the house they had shared. She couldn’t sleep in the bed they had slept in together so many nights. So, her best friend Adriana told her, “Briley, I love you, and I don’t want you to just waste your life away pining for him. Go somewhere. Travel. I would totally go, but dude, I have a baby. No way I am going anywhere with him.”
Briley didn’t know where to go until her friend who had moved to New York City to go to college called her. Her name was Haley, and she and Briley had known each other for years. So, Briley asked her. And Haley was totally cool with it. And this is why she was on her way to New York City.
That night, Briley didn’t sleep. Adam was on her mind. She remembered the night she and Adam had met. And how he was so sweet. She fell in love at first sight. He was tall, strong, and hansom. He was too good to be true. They had dated for a year and a half before she found out he was a liar. He had been cheating on her with her best friend and his best friend’s wife.
She told him to burn in hell and packed up his belongings and kicked his sorry butt out. Every day for a month, he called her, texted her, drove by the house just trying to apologize. But she wouldn’t take him back. Briley’s best friend tried to apologize too and she told her that she was a hag that deserved him. She hated them both.As she lay in the motel bed, she kept thinking about how good he was to her otherwise. He was sweet, and kind, and she loved him… She still loved him…
The next morning Briley woke with a start. She jumped out of the bed, her hair a disheveled mess, and her clothes wrinkled from sleep. She went to the bathroom and took her shower. She let the water run down her body, allowing the heat to sooth her. After her shower she stared in the mirror and suddenly realized, She was better than this. Briley glared at her reflection and said, “I am going to go to New York, hang out with Haley, and have the best time of my life. I am much better than him. I will not miss him…”
Briley felt relieved as she entered New York City’s outer limits. She was almost to Haley’s apartment and she couldn’t wait. This was going to be great. She slowly inched her way through the city’s traffic and could see the Statue of Liberty. She stared in awe at the beautiful thing.She got to Haley’s apartment and locked up her car. She was not going to let her car get stolen. It was too important to her.
Briley walked up the stoop to the door and buzzed the intercom. Haley’s voice greeted her, “Buzz off if you aren’t Briley.”
Briley laughed, “Hales, its me. Let me in!”She heard a snap which meant that Haley had let her in. Briley grinned from ear to ear and dashed up the stairs to Haley’s apartment, Room 21B. She had barely got up the stairs when Haley had bounded out of her door and knocked her down with hugs. Briley laughed again at her pixie-like friend. Haley had a button nose, black spiky hair, green eyes, and she was tiny. Like short and really skinny. Briley loved it.Compared to her, Briley felt like an ogre. Haley was 4”9 and 105 pounds. Briley was 5”7 and 130 pounds. Though Haley was really tiny, she could kick anyone’s butt. Briley loved hanging out with her. She was so much fun. So sarcastic and tough, it was cute.Briley had brown hair, with natural red tint, and brown eyes. She had been called pretty, but never really saw it. Haley embraced her cuteness. She was very confident.
Haley helped Briley up off the ground and smiled, “We are going to have the best time ever!”She helped Briley bring her bags up from her car, and got her settled in the room with her. Haley kept blabbing away about how much fun they were going to have, how she was going to take Briley to the Statue of Liberty, they were going to have picnics and go shopping. Haley was so excited she was bouncing. Briley nodded and laughed with her and acted as if she were into Haley’s conversation with herself, when really, Briley was in her own little world. As much as she loved Haley, and couldn’t wait to start her adventure, she felt a little pessimistic.
Briley couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen and it bugged the heck out of her. Haley was still babbling when they heard a knock on the door. Haley called out, “Who is it?”
A man’s voice said, “It’s me. Erick.” Briley immediately saw Haley’s smile fade away. Her stomach turned. This wasn’t going to be good…
by Taylor
Monday, January 4, 2010
Miranda Scenario II
After Miranda put her staff away, she decided to go out for a walk; she loved walking between the high buildings, with the noises of the crowd in the streets. She lived in the northern edge of Pentral park, and after an hour and a half walking she arrived to the 59th street, where Hell’s kitchen started. For Miranda, it was the most amazing part of the city.
She loved walked between those old buildings and noticed the different cultures of that neighborhood. It had a very interesting history. In the mid 19th century Irish people began setting on the west side of Manhattan along the Hudson River. Later Italian people arrived and at the turn of the century, gangs such as Gopher Gang or Owney Madden controlled the neighborhood. During 1950's Puerto Ricans appeared.
Miranda always had loved traveling and knowing new cultures, and that neighborhood allowed her to experience several cultures in the same place. She walked in front of the Windermere building, one of the oldest buildings in Manhattan. It was really beautiful.
While she was walking along Hell’s Kitchen, she started thinking that maybe her life in New York was not going to be that bad. She could walk in Central Park whenever she wanted; she could go to the theaters placed in Broadway every month. She could go shopping in the 5th avenue with her mom… There were a lot of wonderful things about living in New York she had not though about before, although she would miss her friends and her family.
Now she was walking in front of Manhattan Plaza hotel, at the 42nd street, she remembered the several times she and her parents had spent in that hotel during their trips to New York, they usually went dinner in one of the several restaurants placed in Hell’s kitchen and then they would go to Broadway.
She kept walking for an hour and suddenly she realized it was ten o’clock at night, she found herself at the Hudson River. Luckily her dad had given her enough money in the airport in case she had to take a taxi. By ten forty-five she was at home, but her parents were not at home, she went to her room, she put her pajamas on and in half an hour her parents arrived.
by Andrea
She loved walked between those old buildings and noticed the different cultures of that neighborhood. It had a very interesting history. In the mid 19th century Irish people began setting on the west side of Manhattan along the Hudson River. Later Italian people arrived and at the turn of the century, gangs such as Gopher Gang or Owney Madden controlled the neighborhood. During 1950's Puerto Ricans appeared.
Miranda always had loved traveling and knowing new cultures, and that neighborhood allowed her to experience several cultures in the same place. She walked in front of the Windermere building, one of the oldest buildings in Manhattan. It was really beautiful.
While she was walking along Hell’s Kitchen, she started thinking that maybe her life in New York was not going to be that bad. She could walk in Central Park whenever she wanted; she could go to the theaters placed in Broadway every month. She could go shopping in the 5th avenue with her mom… There were a lot of wonderful things about living in New York she had not though about before, although she would miss her friends and her family.
Now she was walking in front of Manhattan Plaza hotel, at the 42nd street, she remembered the several times she and her parents had spent in that hotel during their trips to New York, they usually went dinner in one of the several restaurants placed in Hell’s kitchen and then they would go to Broadway.
She kept walking for an hour and suddenly she realized it was ten o’clock at night, she found herself at the Hudson River. Luckily her dad had given her enough money in the airport in case she had to take a taxi. By ten forty-five she was at home, but her parents were not at home, she went to her room, she put her pajamas on and in half an hour her parents arrived.
by Andrea
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