A Singing Chance

Bianca

The wind blowed through her onyx black hair, the wind played with it as she skateboarded all the way to the airport. She and her mother were moving somewhere, her mother was already there waiting for her but she had take one more skate through her town. They were moving to the Big Apple, the great New York City, she'll miss Billings Montana but she was glad to be away from the place where it happened.

The flight there was quiet, her and her mother really weren't that close, sure they tried but it never worked out well. Her mother was petite and short, she had silky gold hair, and creamy colored skin, she would look like a movie star except for her eyes, one was sky blue, the other was emerald green. She looked like Spring but Bianca's looks came from her father, but her body shape came from her mother.

"Come on Bianca, or we'll never get a taxi."Her mother was always in a rush, she got a job here on Broadway. Those jobs are rare to get but she got one, her mother was a gorgeous dancer, she could put on a play and you'd think she had practiced since she was born when really she had only started practicing two weeks ago.

"Coming mother."Her voice was soft and smooth, perfect for singing but she never sang anything after that happened.

New York was crowded, that was what first came to her mind, the buildings were boxed in and skyscrapers were so tall that they literally scraped the sky. The lights were so bright she had to blink a couple times to get use to them, people bustled around nearly crashing into each other but still rushed to get to the place they needed to be. Her mother tried waving a taxi down but they ignored her.

"Mother, let me."Bianca said, as her mother moved out of the way.

Bianca got ready and blew a New York Taxi Cab whistle, they all came rushing.. Bianca chose one and popped the trunk open, and raised an eyebrow at her mother,"You coming?"

...

Their apartment had a kitchen, a living room, three rooms, two bathrooms, and a porch. You think it'd be small but it was ginormous, Bianca's room could have probably fit two rooms from her old house and still have some room left. She had a walk in closet, a queen sized bed, and a multicolored carpet on the floor, the walls were the color of blood. In other words she loathed it, of course she loved the bed and closet but the color scheme was all wrong.  

Her mother made a quick lunch before leaving Bianca all by herself, so much for high hopes to have a new start. Bianca walked out of her room to the living room where she left her backpack and skateboard.

"Might as well as scope out the neighborhood."She muttered herself, grabbing her skateboard, wallet, phone, house keys, helmet, and jacket. She left leaving a note on the fridge before walking out and locking the door behind her.