Ugh, I tried to convince mom but shes a STONE. DOSN'T MOVE!!! Not even a BIT!
This kept me think over and over of all the things that I've assumed would happen in New York. Mom was just, as I said, unwilling to move. I didnot trust mom sence when I was four I told mom that I did not need to learn how to swim, however, mom was mom. She did what she always did, forcing me to swim.
I was ONLY four! Like come on give me a break mom!
As I suspected, a drowned and the lifeguard swooped me up and put me on the shore. I was crying so hard, it was so enbarressing, everone was starring at me like I was a crying little freak.
Now that I'm twelve I have a more calm mind, I won't cry anymore but I'll convince mom. She'll know.
I got on the car ready for a ride on wind to a big, new, great city with lots of dangerous things that would probably happen. The wind was calming me down, as it always did. My over- poofed hair swooshed in the cold breeze, swinging from side to side. I loved it so much that I almost fogot about the disasters that ARE going to happen, almost.
As our car parked in a clean- looking parking lot I saw a blur haired boy stomp over shouting something I couldn't hear. He seemed like my age. As I was thinking about him he stoped into my nw apartment. This is bad, very bad he lived with me!
My heart was beating fast, almost beating it's way out of my body. The madman looking teenager was in MY apartment! Two possibilities, one he lived there and made the place unsafe, two he was going to do something to the whole apartment! This got to my nerves.
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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.
