I was in the city on New Year’s and I don’t know what I was doing there. I was with my best friend and we were just walking around, looking at the shops that weren’t open. The streets were littered with confetti from the Apple Drop from midnight. The streets were quiet; everyone was at home celebrating and welcoming 2013. I couldn’t stay at home. My parents and I already had our second big fight this week. This wasn’t unusual though. We fight a lot. But enough of my suffering, I was here to enjoy the peace and quiet. My best friend, Tori, knew I had an argument with my parents and let me dwell in the peace and quiet of the New York streets as she walked alongside me. We almost reached the subway station when I spotted a group of people walking towards the same station. What were they doing here? Weren’t they supposed to be at home celebrating? As they got closer, I noticed a couple hand in hand, three brunette heads and three bleach blonde heads. Surfer hair. Uncommon in New York. Huh? They looked up from marveling at the confetti on the streets and noticed my befuddled expression I so plainly wore on my face. My mouth dropped into a gasp as I realized who they were. I was standing right in front of R5.
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