A new family just moved in and they live on the apartment right next door to the Baxter apartment. When a girl from the new family decides to greet the new neighbours, one of the Baxter kids is already in love.
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The streets of Chicago were as lively as ever, with people of all shapes and sizes walking along the sidewalks and the infuriating traffic on the roads. Chicago was a city with not only people of all shapes and sizes but buildings of the same kind. From skyscrapers to apartments, this was Chicago and in one of these many apartments, enters a new family along with new adventures.
A young girl enters an apartment with a box in her arms, she put the box by the ever growing pile of other boxes and smiled.
The young girl was a beautiful African American with light brown skin, long brown curly hair and brown eyes. She wore a white shirt with a red unbuttoned hooded flannel jacket with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans and black high tops. This in fact would be the protagonist of our story, Honey Adair.
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Honey was adamant at first about moving but looking around at her new home, she figured things wouldn't be so bad and that sentiment would be further solidified once she saw her grandmother already making herself at home by dancing to salsa music.
"Alright, get it grandma!" Honey said as she joined her, shaking her hips and moving her feet to the music.
Honey's grandmother was a portly African American woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. She wore colorful long-sleeved blouse, a silver cross around her neck, two gold rings around her marital finger, black jeans and brown heels. Her name was Willow Adair.
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Willow laughed as she danced "Honey pie, one thing you should always remember about your grandmamma. It's that no matter how old these bones get; these hips just won't quit."
"I believe it." Honey said with a wink and Willow continued to laugh.
The door to the apartment flung open and a large flat screen box was pushed into the apartment by an exhausted woman.
"Oh, hi mom." Honey greeted, still dancing.
"Oh good you got the T.V. in." Willow commented, still dancing as well.
The woman was in fact Honey's mother and Willow's daughter. She was a beautiful African American woman as well with light brown skin, black eyes and long brown hair. She wore a red shirt with blue jeans and white flats. Her name was Maria Adair.
