Train Station

New York

Today I woke up in the amazing New York. The big apple, the city of where good things can happen, what all of them say. It has been my lifelong dream to live here in New York. I wanted to walk around the busy sidewalks and call myself a person, a person who existed. I looked outside my window entering the border of the state. I smiled in excitement. I was finally going to be reunited with my brother. As we passed a small mountain I looked across to the city of great beginnings. I got out my phone and took a picture. It was amazing to be here. For over nineteen years I stayed in a house that was living hell and I finally reached the light to my freedom.

It was about another thirty minutes before we entered the city. I smiled and got my things packed and ready to leave.

I left my bedroom and I saw Louis in the line to step off the train. I walked up to him and I talked to him about how I have never been in New York. He told me to hold his hand and walk off the train together. He was a very nice gentleman. We both stood in the crowded station. I smiled at him and hugged him. His family was waiting for him. It was sad to see him leave but it was great to be with him before we entered the city. I looked up at all of the buildings shown through the windows on the ceiling.

The station was very interesting there was marble flooring and vintage looking lights hung from the ceiling.

I heard my name from far away. I looked to my left and my brother was standing there at the door. I dropped my suitcase and backpack and ran to him. He ran to me and when we reached each other we hugged like monkey's that have been apart for years. I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me as well. I felt safe in his arms. Being away from my father was good and I needed comfort from him. Only if my mother was here it would've been better.

My brother and I headed for the car and he packed my things in the trunk. We drove through the city. I kept looking up and all of the sudden Empire State of mind came on by Jay-Z and I looked at my brother who was smiling and laughing about how I always looked up. He rolled down the window and turns the volume up. A few people looked at our car and yelled representing New York. I stuck my head out of the car and yelled. People on the street looked at me, but I didn't care. This was great, being free from everything.

When we got to James house and it was fairly small but big enough for one person. I awed. I loved his apartment, it was so cozy and cool. Poster hung on his wall. His couch was filled with pillows. He said he would get a blow up bed so I wouldn't have to sleep on the couch and the floor. When he left I took a look around, I wanted to know more about his place since he left.

His bedroom was cool. It was simple. He had a radio with a bass. His room was colored grey and so was his bed. Nothing much was left.

When he got back home he blew up the bed for me and put sheets and blankets on top. I snuggled into my blow up bed and sat there looking out the window. Since we were on the twelfth floor we could see almost everything from up here. The city lit up in many different colors. This was amazing.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes, my favorite. My brother always knew what to make. I got up and went to the kitchens and sat on one of the chairs. He handed me a plate and gave me pancakes with milk. It was delightful.

"So James tell me, what is it like to live here now?" I asked him out of the blues breaking the silence. "Well it's great! I have a home, I have a job, and I have my sister" he said smiling beside me.

"What about girls? Find any?" I lifted my eyebrows up and down making him giggle. "Not yet" he said laughing. He got up and took his plate and mine as well. I thanked him.

"Let's go!" He said to me. I looked at him confused.

"Where?" I asked him.

"Central park!" He yelled. I told him I needed to get ready so, I got into my clothes that I have worn for the past week. He told me tomorrow that he would take me out to shop. I was thankful for him to say that because I really need some clothes.

When we reached central park I saw so many people. People sitting down on the grass: eating and reading. There were people skating and walking on the big sidewalks. Many were playing a sport or throwing a frisbee.

This was nice sitting down with my brother at one if the most famous parks and talking. We talked about dad and mom, love, life. The simplest thing that we talk about makes us closer.

"So Emily I need to tell you something"

My brother told me acting serious. I felt butterflies in my stomach I had a bad feeling about it. "Yeah" I replied to him quietly. "So I have talked to mom once" my eyes widened. "What did she say?!" I wanted to know so badly. "She said she missed both of us and she wanted to see us very bad and she loved us, then she hung up" James sat there frowning like a puppy. I frowned as well. My mom wanted to see us and she love us. It made me kinda happy though.

Thanks for reading this chapter hopefully you can listen to the song while you read this. Please vote and comment what you think ;) love you all ♥ -Natalie