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From a small-town dreamer to a big-city journalist, Nicki had all she could dream of. She reconciled the times she spent in her small room, in the house where the wood on the floor chipped from all of the dogs and their sharp nails, the kitchen where her mother would cook her a warm comforting meal after tending to the farm chores. There were times when she missed it, times when she missed the scent and the feeling of originality. But then again, she also enjoyed her new life in New York.
Nicki loved writing stories, and it started in middle school, where she would take her writing assignments very seriously. She began to write about her home life, and how her family adapted to the changing weather. Her mother was extremely impressed by the level of effort and enthusiasm she had when it came to her writing and even made it her priority to support anything that Nicki wanted to do.
It wasn't long before Nicki moved on to college, and graduated with a degree that is now pinned to her apartment wall. Her love of writing increased with every passing year, Her passion was very evident to her new boss, and her radiant energy made her the top of her office.
Now, she was in her apartment, walking around with the end of her pen tapping her lips. The stress of finding a new topic, a new story, was killing her. So much so that her friend/ roommate Robyn gave her strange looks every time Nicki passed her.
"I think you're gonna burn a hole in the floor, Oni," Robyn said, looking up from her novel. Robyn was never the one to be an academic scholar, rather, she was different. People would consider her a hippie, only because of her style, her aesthetic, and the fact that she had a permanent weed odor on her.
"Okay but- my deadline is in a couple of weeks! Like, is my life this boring?" Nicki snapped as she sat next to Robyn, her hands running through her long hair. Robyn moved her pupils to her small friend, a laugh escaping her lips.
"You just need to get out more, I mean, you were about to write your book on your damn cats. Just relax, get out, and the story will find you." Robyn shrugged, throwing her book on the small dusty coffee table placed in front of them.
"I mean. I guess. But where would I go? Like..."
"Let's go dancing! There's that new weird-ass Carribean club that was just built. Today is the grand opening. Maybe you could even meet a special someone?" Robyn said with a smirk, budging Nicki with her shoulder.
"What story would I find in a club? I'd rather not talk about smelling ass men who cry when they hear the word no. Or females fighting just for the hell of it. I need something better and more exciting."
"Nicki, damn! Just let's go. You need a break anyway! Again, the story will find you!" with that, Robyn pulled Nicki up, causing Nicki to gasp.
The two spent hours getting ready, mostly consisting of Nicki trying to dress like an old cat lady, and Robyn not going for that at all. once the two got ready, they went out to the car. The sun was setting, and the summer heat was still very much burning their skin.
