Diana grew up a normal life on the streets of the American suburbs with her mother. now in her apartment in New York she attends college majoring in business and psychology. The shooting of her mother forces her to reconcile with her father Antonio...
New York. The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps. The place where dreams come true...but where a dream comes true something is always crushed. Ugh I never understood why I had to sit literature for a business and phsycology degree. Yes i take two degrees I'm indesicive...some may call me a nerd but I promise I'm not I just...keep to my self. Me and other people just don't mix well. My best friend Kate tells me it's "Social Anxiety" I just laughed at her. Anyways I'm- I'm broken from my train of thought when I hear "Miss Diaz...can you answer the question please." I hear my college proffesser Dr. Carmen Ortiz ask impatiently. "or are you too busy in neverland to care" A few snickers can be heard around the lecture hall. "so answer the question"
"erm...yeah...The roots of this New York City nickname can be found close to home. Manhattan's oldest thoroughfare located near popular neighborhoods such as Soho, Chinatown , the Lower East Side, Nolita, and Little Italy, the Bowery was once considered the eye of New York City, prompting Jacob Riis to declare in his 1898 book Out of Mulberry Street: Stories of Tenement Life in New York City that "the Bowery never sleeps." Some years later, an article in the September 6, 1912 edition of Indiana's Fort Wayne Daily attributed the nickname to New York City as a whole. Finally, in 1979, Frank Sinatra would secure the city's status as "the city that never sleeps" in his hit record (a cover of Liza Minelli's original 1977 version) 'Theme from New York, New York'" I say hoping for the love of God that I got it right. a minute later I hear a rumble of applause around the lecture hall. ok maybe I am a bit of a nerd. "Very good Diana...next time don't daydream in my lesson." the teacher says smiling approvingly. "On that high note class dismissed." he says clapping his hands slightly. Just as I'm packing up my things I hear my professer call "Diana can you stay a minute" I turn to see him seating himself back behind his desk. I quickly pack the rest of my.belongings and make my way down to the front. "Diana is everything ok.You seem to be daydreaming alot." "Yes sir,sorry it wont happen again" "ok...well make sure if you need anything you can talk to me." "Yes sir" Pffff as if I think in my head but I obviously can't say that out loud. As soon as I'm dismissed I walk out of class and am bombarded by my best friend,and am forced to listen to her blabber on about her day.
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At the end of the day I unlock my apartment door to be greeted by the smell of cedarwood and lime. Knowing that only one person could have been here. I was not prepared to see him. I walk in and there sits John. My mothers husband and my stepfather. Expecting to see him looking spiteful im taken aback when I see the forlorn expression covering his face. "Jhon...?" "Ah your home" His voice cracks. "yeah and by the looks of it you are too...so what do you need." he stays silent. "come on John hurry I want to shower" I say from the doorway of the living room. "Diana your mom...she was...she was killed."
And just like that my world falls apart.
--- Ahem ahem *cue throat clearing* WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME to my new story Mafia Chains. its probably gonna be shit asf but hey give it a chance ig.
A little bit about me: I'm 14 (as of aug 30th 2021) I'm British and I'm a simp for too many ppl.
