Undeniable Chemistry

Chapter 4- The Land of the Brave

 Made this chapter longer. Enjoy! :)

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I stepped out of the airport and into the streets of New York City. New York is overwhelming, it really is. Large skyscrapers everywhere, I was amazed but felt suffocated. It was a lot to take in at once- nothing like I am used to.

However, I adapt to new environments quickly so I am sure that I will get used to it. Then again, I have no choice. I rolled my eyes at that thought without realizing it. “What’s wrong honey?” Dad asked.

“Nothing Dad” I replied.

We got in a cab and drove to our new apartment. It was not extravagant but it was nice and simple. The apartment had two bedrooms and bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. There is a lazy boy couch in the living room that I really love. My room is quite awesome; I had a mini walk-in-closet, a queen size bed, a dresser, a full length mirror and a TV. It was painted purple which is my favorite color. It also had a balcony and a nice view of the city.

I went out on the balcony and was distracted by the many sights that I almost didn’t hear my dad calling me.

 “Aria!” my dad called out, seemingly in haste, “can you come here for a minute before you start unpacking?”

“Coming dad”, I called back.

I left my room and went to him.

“Honey you start school in two weeks at NYU remember?”

“Oh yeah dad, I remember,” I replied.

“Well you seem to have forgotten that you have freshman orientation tomorrow.”

“Oh my God!” I gasped. How could I have forgotten? Well I had a lot on my mind lately, wasn’t thinking about NYU because I didn’t want to leave in the first place.

I received a full scholarship to NYU after I did my SATs. I’m really smart, a trait I undoubtedly received from my dad who is a ‘kickass’ accountant. He just has his way with numbers, math and good with managing finances.

 I’m good at math too but it’s not my passion; I love chemistry, biology and physics and I hope to be a doctor one day. I will be doing a pre-med course at NYU with a minor in dance.

 I have been dancing since I was a little girl. My mom used to take me to dance classes where I learned different forms of dance; my favorites being hip hop and ballet. My mom wasn’t a professional dancer but it was her dream to become one-however, her parents never supported her dream so she ended up a lecturer.

My mom always told me to follow my dreams and be the best I can be. I really love my mom and sometimes I wonder why she had to die. I guess questions will never be answered and I just need to stop living in the past. Mommy would never have wanted that. So I dance. Dancing has healed most of the wounds of moms death mainly because dancing helps me to feel closer to her, like she’s right there dancing beside me.

“So what are going to do? What are you going to wear? I know we had to leave some of your clothes behind. You want to go shopping?” My dad inquired, breaking my stream of consciousness.

“Yeah dad that would be cool- just let me shower and change. Be down in a bit.”

“Okay Ari, I think I’m going to do the same.”

I went into my bathroom and took I warm shower. It soothed my body and felt so good on my skin. I reluctantly turned off the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and strut into my room, reveling in the fresh feeling.