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'No sun like the Texas sun'

[Disclaimer: even if it says New York, this is an alternative universe; nothing is based on facts or authentic TRUE places, and if it is, it's going to be twisted into a way to fit into the story so nothing has to be researched all characters are fake this version of New York is fake and is in no way similar to the real-life New York with that being said do not comment about how this doesn't make sense because this isn't the actual New York thank you - author ]

The city was loud, and the cars were blaring their horns as the New York traffic never died down; everyone was trying to reach their destination impatiently. People busting down the streets of Brooklyn, a group of girls walking down the streets of Brooklyn, people in and out of the bodega, the kids playing in the park, and the rows of houses leaning against each other like pink ladies in San Francisco. The brownstone houses garnered many people's attention and were in a better part of Brooklyn, away from Brownsville, where Miles, Sam, and Alex were from, but not Jake.

Jake was from "Little Italy" or Bensonhurst and visited  Manhattan's "Little Italy" when he saw his extended family, which he did often because He was very close to his extended family.

"ah, jeez, these small, narrow stairs!" Sam complained loudly, carrying three boxes stacked upon each other in his arms as he wiggled his body up the stairs. "It's better than Brownsville, at least," He huffed as he trudged up the stairs and finally set the boxes down.

"Relax. It was only three flights of stairs, and besides that was the last box we just had to pick our rooms, and this is so much better than Brownsville," Miles sighed happily, dusting his hands off as Alex and Jake looked around in awe, and Alex let out a low whistle of amazement. 

"So much better than Brownsville," Alex added, smirking with his hands in his pockets as the four friends stood in the middle of the entry, looking at their first biggest accomplishment. 

"let's pick our room," Jake says, darting up the stairs, "I said I am going to have the largest room!" Sam said, bounding after Jake. 

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"ugh..." A woman's voice groaned, walking down a street as she waved bye to her friends who walked away after seeing she had made it safely inside. This was her first time alone in New York, let alone Brooklyn. Thank goodness she had old friends born and raised here that she could rely on.

"let's see 235....236...237!" The woman said, opening the door and stepping into a dusty apartment with the evening sun rays, entering her room with ancient white curtains flowing from the cracked window. It was supposed to be a micro studio apartment, but somehow it was a more extensive and spacious loft apartment; the sun's rays illuminated thethe floor, the red bricks on the dust bunnies in the air and wall illuminated with golden light, and the woman gasped in awe.

"This is-" She stopped as she turned. Around and saw the loft. She scaled the steps. It had enough room for a bed and a few books to fit into here, and the big three windows illuminated the amazingly with more golden light. She climbed back downstairs and twirled in the space where she had decided to make her Living room.

"Ms. Booker?" An old lady's soft voice croaked out, which caused the woman to turn around in shock.

"Oh! you can call me Bre'anna, and I suppose you're Miss Landholf?" Breanna asked, smiling at the older woman who was slightly hunched over with her silver hair in a messy bun, big square glasses, and an orange cat on her shoulder that was grooming itself. 

"yes, I was going to give you the micro-apartment, but the person who was renting this one saw that the apartment you wanted was available, so I let them move into the one you wanted and let you use this one, and I'm also going to charge you the same amount of rent instead of increasing it" The older woman smiled. 

"That's completely fine! Thank you so much !" Bre'anna said, trying to hide her excitement from the older woman.

"Are you from the south? I can hear your accent," Miss Landholf asked as the orange cat jumped down and nuzzled against Bre'anna's and Miss Landholf's legs.

"yes, I am from Texas," Bre'anna said sheepishly. Miss Landholf laughed and gave Bre'anna a spare key to Bre'anna as she began to exit.

"I always forget my key, so I have two keys just in case I lose one," she said as she shuffled out slowly. The orange cat jumped back onto her shoulders, and Miss Landholf exited the empty apartment.

Bre'anna looked at her new apartment, thinking of all the possibilities of how she could decorate it. Bre'anna had moved to New York to get a fresh start on city living. Bre'anna had a box with her that contained a fluffy blanket, pillow, charger, clothes, toiletries, and an emergency first aid kit.

Bre'anna laid out the fluffy blanket in the middle of the floor being engulfed by the sun's rays; she started looking up things on the internet:

'Pinterest.com'

*4:30PM*

'Shein.com'

*4:50 PM*

'Things to do in Brooklyn '

*5:10 PM*

'Brooklyn, New York'

*5:20 PM*

'crime rate in Brooklyn '

*5:30 PM*

'loft apartment decorations '

*5:45 PM*

After about an hour, Bre'anna propped her phone up and took a picture of her sitting crisscrossed apple sauce to catch the beautiful sun rays that complimented her black skin, her usual black-looking eyes turned a honey gold in the sun, and her hair brown from the sunlight posed in front of her ledge making sure to capture the big windows in her picture. She started the timer from ten seconds to give herself time to pose. Bre'anna grabbed her phone and looked at the picture; the quality was spectacular, capturing all the little details from the dust to her smile. Bre'anna smiled at her phone and captioned the photo as:

"To New Beginnings, Cheers!"