"NOOOO, mom!!" I whinned, I did NOT, even the tinist bit want to go to New York. I mean sure there were nice school, people, shops, and facinating things happening everywhere. BUT, theres always a "but", a traffic jam could happen and I'll be late for school, my new teacher might be strict and say I talk to loud, the neighbors cat might bit me and I'll end up in the hopital, or I might fall of a cliff and hurt myself. Get kiddnaped, get bullied, make no friends... Oh I could go on and on and on, so many possibilitys.
Of couse I told mom about my point of veiw and my concerns, but she just shook her head and told me I was overthinking the whole thing! I mean sure, a FEW bits were exadruated, but the rest was from my heart. And I cared.
She did'nt care as far as I knew, mom was always so unconserned about everyone. She considered that everyone was ever kind and that there were no bad guys in this world.
Absurd.
Just absurd.
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RandomCydia, a girl with over-poofed hair and a overthinking heart arrives at at New York, Cinnamon street. At first she feel sick of all the towering building, however soon she relized all the happiness and fun in life.
