Chapter 1: The Orphan

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It's the morning of a very new day, and I am about to start my new life. I need to go pack up the rest of my stuff. I don't think that it should take me long. I do not have much left to pack away; all that is left is what I would need for this morning, like my toothbrush, hairbrush, hair spray, and clothes. I took a shower last night, so I don't need to worry about that. I need to get to Uhaul in about 2 hours to pick up the Uhaul truck to load my stuff and then drive to New York. I walk to the bathroom and start brushing my teeth. While brushing my teeth, I look out my window for the last time. I will no longer be looking out this old, worn-down window. There is this yellow tint on the windows that when the sun comes in with a weird color, and then looking out, it is the next building that is next door. It is an old brick building blocking the beautiful park at the end of the block. I can still hear the cars going by and beeping at the cars that are going Birds are sitting on the side of the old building across the way. I was done brushing my teeth and then started braiding my hair into this braided crown. It didn't take me too long to braid it since my hair is about down to my shoulders, but sometimes it is hard to deal with it after a long day. I grab all of my stuff haul it all into the bedroom and pack it all into my book bag. After I put all of my bathroom stuff into my book bag, I sat on the edge of my bed and grabbed my book that was on my nightstand. I have been trying to write a book for a couple of weeks; it's a romance. I love writing books, but I also never have time to focus and write the entire book in a good amount of time. I always take more than two months just to write the first chapter whenever I start to write.

I checked the time and realized that time went by very quickly. I already have to go down, call a taxi, make my way to the Uhaul place, and then drive back to my apartment. I make my way down the three flights of stairs that I used to take every day for almost five years. But now it is time to say goodbye for the last couple of times that I will be walking up and down these stairs, bringing boxes down, so I can move out and start making my way to New York City. The Big Apple: I am actually kind of scared of moving on my own. I'm not sure if this will be a good thing or if it will be a bad thing. I want a fresh start. It's just hard to do it all alone, like completely alone. I get to the doors to leave the building, and traffic looks insane. As I get closer to the road, I wait there for my Uber to pull up. It took probably around ten minutes, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, especially with the way traffic is going right now. While the Uber driver was driving, I pulled up my phone and looked at the pictures my landlord sent me of the apartment that I would be moving into once I got to New York. I am mostly excited to try out my new bathtub. It is a deep jacuzzi tub with a mirror on the top of the ceiling. The driver pulls up to the UHaul storage unit, and I get out. I walk into the store and wait for the guy to get off the phone. It didn't take as long as I thought it was going to. I grab the keys to the Uhaul and make my way to the small truck. I get in the truck and get comfortable. I forgot how hard these seats are to move. But I finally budge the seat forward more to where I can finally reach the pedals. I am five fucking three, and these things do not accommodate very well for my height. I get the truck running and make my way out of the parking lot. The traffic isn't too bad now, which isn't bad; the five o'clock traffic has dissipated in a matter of minutes. I make my way out of the parking lot and start driving down the road, just watching traffic make its way in the opposite direction. No one was coming back in my direction; they were all leaving for the holidays. It's getting close to Thanksgiving. I will be moving to New York just a few days beforehand, so I will be alone for the holiday. I am not too upset about it because I don't have any family. My mother died when I was born; there were complications with my birth. My father didn't want anything to do with me after my mother passed away. He blamed her death on me, so he left me with my aunt Casey and my uncle Brayden. They have always been there for me; they took me to my dance recitals and my musicals; I even was in softball for a few years. I was good at it, and I was ready to use it to help me get into college. But then I got hurt in the last inning of the middle of the season, my senior year. I finally made it to the apartments, and I got out of the truck and made my way up the stairs. I start to load the truck. It won't take too long, at least, to load it up. All the boxes fit perfectly in the Uhaul truck. I close the back door, get back into the front, and make my way toward New York. At least I am not too far from where I am moving to. I currently have a seven-hour and forty-five-minute drive. I started making my way out of the state. It felt very long trying to get through my state. I finally passed the state line, and it was starting to get close to late lunch and early dinner time. I might as well stop now for both gas and food since my drive will be long. I stopped a little after five to get gas and food. I have about two hours until I finally get to my new apartment. I stopped at a little diner a bit outside of New York City. I pull in and then make my way to the diner; it is really cute. It's like a little mom-and-pop restaurant. It smelled very good, and I could not wait to order and eat. Next door to the restaurant is this gentleman's club, and on the other side is a small store mixed with groceries and some clothes, but not much. I caught the eye of a man walking out of the gentleman's club. He was tall and looked like he could do some real damage. I look away, walk into the restaurant, and wait to be seated. It smells so good, and by good, I mean amazing!

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