Alive.
If there is one word to describe New York City, it's alive. Pedestrians scurry along and across the streets and obnoxious beeps echo off the tallest buildings I've ever seen. The smell of gasoline lingeries in the thick air or the huge bus station. Unlike the small bus station in Atlanta, this one is huge! It stretches the length of a football field and new buses arrive ever minute. I cant help but slowly turn in a circle as I admired the busiest city in the world. Sky scrapers are surrounding the big station along with smaller cafes and dinners that bright up the dark outdoors, making it feel like the middle of the day when in reality it's ten at night! When people say New York is a one of a kinda place, they aren't lying. It's incredible...
"Hi!"
A high pitch voices makes me jump in my place and my view of the city is covered up bye a tall red head in front of me.
I look around. Is this chick talking to me? I give Chester a questioning look but all he does is shrug.
"I'm Holly!" She chirps again while sticking her hand out for me to shake.
Gosh her voice is annoying.
"Uh Lesley..." I hesitantly shake her hand.
She looks about the same age as me and Chester, maybe a little older. Her orangey - red hair that flows over her shoulders seems somewhat dull in the cloudy city, but her green eyes shine with excitement. She has on grey jeans and a green button-up shirt. Freckles lightly sprinkle across her nose and cheeks. Not to mention she must be ten feet tall! Her gorgeous attire reminds me that I haven't changed since we left yesterday.
I'm still wearing my black leggings and long sweat shirt that have made me sweat multiple times, seeing as it's only the end of September and it's still a bit warm, but mostly is been quite chilly, which I've been grateful for. My unwashed blonde hair is tucked into my sweat shirt to contain the mess, probably making me look like I barely have any hair at all. I untuck my hair and finally smile a fake smile at the girl.
"It's so great to see admiring tourist in our beautiful city." She beams down at me. "I'm a junior at Trinity High School and I work with the honors society. Our mission this week: help a tourist!" She claps her hands together enthusiastically. Geez... Trinity High school! I've heard of that school. It's one of the richest high schools in America! "Are you interested in a free tour and all paid late night dinner?"
Free? Its all free? I look at Chester, and once again he shrugs.
"We have two hours until the bus to Boston." He announces.
"Two hours is plenty of time! I'm just going to take you for a short tour and a small dinner.... Please say yes, I kinda waited till last minute to get this task completed... Hence why it's ten at night and I'm offering to take you on a tour." She chuckles in a pleading tone.
"Uh, sure?" I agree with caution. "Is that ok?" I whisper to Chester. He again responds with a small roll of his shoulders.
Someone's in a bad mood.
"Really?" Holly squeals. "Ah finally." She visibly relaxes. "Everyone else said no. After all, who wants a weird teenager taking them to dinner? That's why I thought I had a better chance asking you guys. Since you guys are teens too." She beams. "Yay!" She squeals again.
Yay indeed. A whole two hours of shrugging from Chester, and ear busting squeals from this girl. Wonderful.
"Follow me." Holly announces with a wave of her hand.
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A hour later, me and Chester have both changed into better clothes, and somewhat managed our unruly hair. Holly gave me a hair band, which I used to my advantage, and tied my hair up into a messy ponytail. I put on light jeans and a crinkled maroon flannel that had been shoved messily in my backpack. I even had a few minutes to brush my teeth at a fancy gas station down the road as well. After freshening up, we headed into the city for a short tour. It wasn't all you would think it would be. We mostly just saw useless so called "remarkable and historical" buildings. And now, we're sitting at a small cafe ready for our all paid dinner.
