Five Way... WHAT?!

Prologue

Hi, my name is Lenore Stat and I ran away from my home in Washington to New York City. Now, when I say I ran away, I'm not some sixteen year old with nothing but a bag of clothes, no money, and left because she was fed up with her family. No, I'm 21 years old, with money in my pocket, and an old ford truck as my ride. The only reason why I consider this running away is that I did not tell a soul of my departure, except I left some notes, but I did not tell them where I was going. The only person that I told I was leaving was my land lord, and that was only because of paper work.

I have a few, very personal, reasons for leaving my home, my family, and my friends without words. I was starting over, something I haven't been able to do in a long time. I needed a fresh start, somewhere I, and no one else, would envision me at; New York.

But it was not like I was going there without prospect; I had called two days ago about an opening in a Museum in New York and I had got an interview. Now all I needed was to get to a hotel room tonight, go grocery shopping tomorrow morning, iron my outfit, get my resume together, and get a good night's sleep; if that was even possible in the 'City that Never Sleeps.'

To top this trip off, I have a few online friends, four actually, that I talk to. Of course, I've never met them, but they seem pretty sweet, and best part is, they live in New York City! Of course, I did not tell them I'll be living there for a few years, that would be creeper status. I'll let it slip later.

I don't call them by their usernames anymore, but by nicknames I made up. We also have gotten pretty close; I've been talking to each for about two years, just three months ago I swapped numbers with them. I know, don't trust people you never met, but in the two years that I've been talking to them, it feels like I've known them forever.

One, who I like to call PA, stands for Party-Animal, is a total nut. He is hyper, goofy, doesn't seem to have any brains, and reminds me of a surfer, but in New York, weird right? The next is much smarter, by far, I call him a Know-it-All, because if I get one thing wrong, he corrects me, and not just a minor correction. no, he goes on to lecture me. If we were in person, I would tap his mouth shut, but no, it's through a chatting site so I can't stop him when he sends me a 500 word essay on the reason why you don't use a comma in a certain pretext. It really pisses me off. The third has anger issues; I call him Wrath, anger is defiantly his sin. I joke that he is psycho, mainly 'cause he tells me these weird ass stories about these gangs around New York City and how he beats them up. The last is pretty laid back, although seems to have his head filled with hot air sometimes. I call him Cool Blue, because he gives off such a gentle but strong vibe, like the ocean.

I was about four hours out from New York City, and I was getting bored, fast. I have been driving for a week, a bloody WEEK! I love driving, but being alone has grated so much on my nerves that I've begun to talk to the yellow tree hanging from my rear view mirror. I call him LemTree. I have realized I am absolutely terrible at making up names for things. After a few hours of talking to LemTree, making up stories, rambling about my boredom, it finally got old.

I flip on the radio, the last two days have been nothing but static, and before that I got burnt on my CDs, so I was extremely happy to have the radio pick up on a station. It was blaring "I Love It" by Icona Pop. Now I wasn't always into Pop music but the song had grown on me and once I realized what it was about, I couldn't help but fall in love with it. With this song blaring, I rode into New York City.

The clock on the dash board flashed 5:00 PM. Plenty of time to find a cheap hotel and find a place to grab a bite to eat.