Stolen truths

Chapter 1

And my phones already dead.

Since I don't have a place to stay in the huge city also known as NYC (stupid me for not booking a hotel or something; although I am poorish), I don't have a place to charge it!

I feel so awkward, you know? I'm a lone girl, while everyone else is with family, friends, or a boyfriend/girlfriend. You know who I'm with?

My suitcase.

THATS RIGHT, GET JEALOUS.

Sorry... I-I'm weird. Would you look at that? I even stutter in my thoughts. My thoughts, for crying out loud!

If I was at home, if I can even call it that, I would probably be working for my stupid mom and screech at my brother with all his girls while I cram in my homework at night because I'm a maid every other time of the day, besides school too.

I guess this is better though, right? Although I wish I could be a tourist, but I can't. I can't spend my money for useless things like exploring. I need it for food, transportation, and all the things that PARENTS are supposed to supply. I wish I had some decent ones.

I search my bag for my portable charger (thank god for those!) and plug it into my phone while falling into the puddle.

How? Don't ask me, I'm clumsy. I rub the water and dirt off my denim light wash jeans and my white converse don't look harmed at all. Yay. My baby pink shirt with my white cardigan don't have water on it, only around the ends of the cardigan because it's longer. My hair is fine and I quickly redo the dirty blonde strands into a side braid again.

At least I have naturally straight hair.

I see everyone is staring at me, probably because I look like a mess and I quickly recollect myself.

This has been a great trip so far.

Note the sarcasm.

I decide to enter a supermarket because I needed something to eat and I absolutely HATE fast food restraunts. The greasy food makes me sick and how they make it that fast still has me gagging.

Walking the isles of the supermarket I can't really find anything at all below 5$ that's decent, except for this pack of grapes.

Everything here is so expensive ugh.

Wait, actually the pack of grapes in $5.45. So, not even!

"Need help?" A voice, kinda sexy might I add, says behind me. And being the stupid girl I am, I practically scream, startled.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I just heard you saying that everything here was so expensive and I-"

I pretty much zoned out on the rest because well... I zone out on what I don't want to hear. Sorry, habit! But did I say that out loud? Man, now I'm probably just an easy, poor girl. Great.

"I-I'm fine. Sorry." I mutter, pushing my hair out of my face.

"No, you're not. Here, believe it or not, I come from a wealthier family so I will get you something," he offers, sticking out his hand.

Great, so now I really look like an easy, poor girl.

"Not going to say anything? Fine," he huffs and puts his hands up in mock surrender. I examine his face, he has dark brown hair and sea blue eyes. His plump pink lips are parted and his face is just... Flawless.

Darn you, attractive rich boys.

"Sorry, just a little, out of it." I manage and I forgot he offered his hand. I stick mine out and he raises an eyebrow, before grabbing it as well as what I was holding- a pack of grapes.

He's sneaky.

"I will get you this," and with that, he rushes to the cashier before I can say anything.

"Wait! Erm...." Huh, he didn't tell me his name. I rush towards him and to match my luck- I run into someone.

Please don't be snobbish, please don't be snobbish, please do-

"Watch where your going," a girl groans, lifting her weight up from on under me. "Great, now my jeans are dirty. I expect money for dry cleaning." She huffs, turning away, before I can make up what she looks like.

Dry cleaning? Pshhh, I can barely make it myself.

"Here," the guy says, coming to me and handing me the grapes and two 20s.

"I can't take this," I say, giving back the money.

"I'm just going to refuse. You can't win this fight, so keep it."

Giving up, I put it in my pocket.

"So, should I ask why you have a suitcase or...?"

"Oh," I chuckle, forgetting my situation.

"Well, I actually am just visiting and I don't have a place to stay or anything to eat so I have to carry this around while I look for food. There's not much to it." I say, then notice he's staring at me blankly.

"What?" I ask, confused as to why he's staring at my face. Well, geez.

"What's your name?" He spits out.

What happened to 'I will give you money and be super nice' guy?

"Lindsay. People call me linds, why?"

"You can't be... Jess? Jess? If you're messing with me then," he says in a cold voice, shaking his head.

"No, I'm linds, and... Who's Jess?" I ask, certainly knowing that my voice is shaking.

Oh, why did I think I could come to New York alone? Let alone in New York City!?

"I have to go," he manages to get out, before rushing out the store.

I can only process two things right now:

What just happened?

And,

I at least have grapes!

Okay, don't judge. I love me some grapes.

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Yes it's short, but it's a start. Of course, from my summary, you know who Jess is, but she doesn't! Tell me what you think.

I did, sadly, delete 'more than a fairytale'. I didn't have time for it, but I like this story anyways. Hope you did too!

Unbroken is still there, don't worry!

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