Picture Perfect

Chapter Three: New York Awaits

Sabrina Daniels
Airplanes are torture if you're claustrophobic.

I stayed in my seat cramped up in discomfort. I can't believe I was so caught up in being excited about this internship that I totally forgot that I hated being held up in tight spaces. I was settled on row three next to Laura Kutcher and Peter Andrews who were both my closest friends in arts class. She was in the center, while Peter and I bordered the two sides.  I looked over at Peter who was apparently trying to capture a great photo of the clouds with his camera and I soon realized it was a mistake that I didn't take the side with the window.

A flight attendant soon came by, asking us if we wanted food. Laura perked up and started to pull out her money. Me, and Peter looked at her simultaneously in disbelief.

"You're getting another snack? Seriously Laura," Peter asked in an unsure tone before the lady handed her a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

"I'm sure you'll become thinner any minute." I responded sarcastically as well.

Laura rolled her eyes at us and put her head phones back on. We may be close friends but we handle problems in a form of irony.

"Oh shut up I'm not that fat!" She retorted at us and after a few quiet glances, we burst into laughter.

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We got to New York at exactly ten o'clock. My hair was all frizzed up so I decided to head to the bathroom to freshen up. Yes, I know that no one would see me at this time but I still needed to fix myself before a guard claims that I'm a drug dealer.

I claimed my bag and looked for the others afterwards. We hauled a cab with Laura and Peter and headed for the place we were staying called the New York Towers which was the finest apartment in the city. Once we got there, Mr. Peterson- our professor- gave us our apartment numbers. I was apparently left on the third floor with a girl named Francine living across from my room. My apartment room was small but big enough for myself. It had a small bedroom with a bathroom next door and then a living room with a small portion for the kitchen- the only thing separating the kitchen and living room was the counter at the side. On the desk I found examples of the scenes where we could take pictures. Mr. Peterson said we could do whatever we want like it was really a free vacation right now so I lounged on my bed and went to sleep right away leaving my living room window open since it was a bit hotter than usual.