Breelyn's P.o.v | 7:23 a.m.
I woke up to my alarm clock playing 'Girls Love Beyonce' by Drake. I glanced over at my suitcases, my room is now clean. Nothing but boxes. A smile crept on my face. NEW YORK, I thought. I've always dreamed of living in New York, now I have the chance. Dad, I thought. I haven't talked to my dad since three nights ago.
Flashback:
"Breelyn, I don't want to hear it! Im disappointed in you!" Dad said standing up. "But dad, you know I love dan-" He cut me off, " I Don't want to hear it." "Dad" I whinned. I wiped a tear. Mom would've understood, I thought. "Finish packing" Dad said walking up the stairs.
Flashback over.
Dad didn't get it. Dance, was my life. I got up and decided to start getting ready. I tripped over a picture frame. "Sh-t." I said picking it up. Mom. I sat the picture on my bed, since that was the only thing left in my room that I haven't packed.
Hygiene, check.
I put on my clothes, grabbed my Iphone, and went downstairs.
Chapter two. by breelynsimmonsstory featuring retro shoes
Dad was sitting at the table with his coffee and newspaper. I rolled my eyes, That's all he does. Read and work. "Morning." I said grabbing the milk out of the refrigerator. "Goodmorning, Breelyn." Dad said with a big sigh, avoiding eye contact. Just one more hour and I'm gone, I thought. I put in a poptart, grabbed my milk and went to my dad's car. I unlocked the door and sat my stuff down. I put my bags, boxes, and suitcases in the trunk. Dad got in the car and started the engine. I sat down and took a bite of my cold poptart and plugged in my earphones. 'Doing It Wrong' by Drake played.
Breelyn's P.o.v | 9:30 a.m.
Perfect timing. I arrived at the Airrrrport. Dad grabbed some suitcases and bags. I got the small boxes. "Flight 298 leaving to New York City. Flight 298 leaving to New York City, Gate 58." The intercom stated. I slowly turned to my dad, he looked beyond me. "So, I guess this is goodbye." I said looking up at my dad. "Yes, it is." My dad said sternly. "Wellll, bye dad." I said stepping in to hug him. He wrapped ONE arm around me. The H-ll. I'm leaving and I get one arm. Your real, I thought. I grabbed my bags and started walking to my gate. I turned around for another goodbye... but my dad already left.
Off to NY
Breelyn's P.o.v ; Airplane | 10:27 a.m.
Sitting on the airplane, on my laptop. Twitter. The little girl sitting next me kept looking over my tweets. I rolled my eyes and ignored her. "What's that?" She asked. I did a double take and replied.. plainly, "Twitter." "Oh." She said, "What's Twitter?" She asked. "Um, you can tell everyone what your doing. At anytime." I said. This girl was annoying me. "Can I try?" She asked. "Uhh, sure." I said. I sat the laptop on her lap. She typed 'Sitting on the airplane with the prettiest girl I ever saw :D' I smiled at her tweet. "Aww, thanks." I said. "Your welcome." She said handing me back my laptop. Maybe she wasn't so bad.
Airplane; 12:49 p.m.
"Everybody, hold on. We're landing." The pilot said. I stretched and yawned. I looked down at my phone. 'One new text from Cuzzo:P' -- Hey, we're here! Can't wait to see you :D xo. Ash. -- I shoved my phone back down in my pocket and got up from my seat. I got out my bags and headed out.
"ASHLEIGH!" I yelled giving my cousin an enourmous hug. "Breeee!" She said. We hugged in a complete circle. I grabbed my suitcases.. etc. "I'm sorry to do this to you but as soon as we get to my apartment... I have class." Ashleigh said scrunching up her face. "Broo, are you serious?" I asked. "I sooowwie, I made you key... SO you can EXPLORE York City by yourself." Ashleigh reassured. "Whateeevva." I said looking out the window. New York was amazing. The fashion here was crazy.
We got to her apartment.
We got to my room. "I know, Its not much.. but I tried." Ashleigh said showing me my room.
I sat my suitcases, bags, and boxes down. I looked all around and plopped on my bed.
"Alright Cuz, I gotta go. THE KEY IS ON THE COUNTER!" Ashleigh yelled, running out of the apartment.
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