Her Innocence (jensoo)

Chapter 1: Here I come

"The sun will come out tomorrow bethcha bottom dollar i don't know the
lyrics but I know that there is a word tomorrow"
Ok. I know. I am not a great singer but who cares. No one can hear me
except me. Maybe Mrs. Simmons can hear me but I bet she's sleeping. Old
people loves to sleep and my other neighbor might be overdosed for all the
stuff he is using.
I am currently packing my bag because I am going to New york for a job
interview. Yes! You heard me right! I am moving for a job interview. What
Job? I am not sure. I just pass my resume in the mail but I know whatever it
is it will be awesome!
I already packed last night but I am double checking all of my belongings
just in case I might miss something. As if I have many things. All my
belongings fit in one large trolley and a backpack.

I look around my room for one last time this has been my home since I
was sixteen. My home since I was kicked out of the orphanage and work
my ass off everyday as a dishwasher to pay my rent and my bills. My home
sweet home for 5 years since I am 21 now. Wait. Hold on a minute 5 plus
16 is 21 right? *mental breakdown* Nevermind.

Dragging my bag in the hardwood floor is easy provided that the hallway
has no cracks or no litter in every available space on the floor and No body
lying on the floor either. Literal body dead or alive or both.
Who am I to complain? All of the people who are renting here have the
same background as I am or in so much worse situation than I am.

After trekking for 10 min It feels like it. I got out of the building finally
and I am on my way to the bus station to go to New york. My taxi is
waiting for me. The driver is such a gentleman I can say that. He popped
the back compartment and waited for me to load all my bags and after I
finish loading my bag he grunted and told me to close the compartment.
What a sweet guy (note the sarcasm). I went inside the taxi and closed my
eyes. I might vomit If I open it. Motion sickness sucks.

Arriving at the bus station after 20 min and paid for my fare. I unloaded
my things and thank the driver for his excellent service and made my way
to my assigned bus and loaded my things again with the help of The attendant then thanked God and made my way inside the bus.

I chose a window seat. Because I have motion sickness window seats are a great solution for motion sickness. I lulled myself to sleep
hoping that if I wake up I am in New York already embarking on a new journey.

†*****†*****†*****†