Incognito NYC

Pg. 1: Intro

I HAVE A SECRET.

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I open my blue eyes, waking up to the smell of freshly cooked bacon and bright coffee. Pale sunlight tries to filter through my window. I groan, pulling my puffy pillow from under my head and covering my face with it. Muttering quietly for five more, extremely-needed minutes, I sigh and close my eyes. My body just isn't a morning person, and as of recent, neither am I.

Only to my utter disappointment, my father yells for me to come down; so I reluctantly get out of my warm bed and into the humid world of my room. I could almost hear my bed calling me back to sleep the day away, but the frightening consequences made me think better of it. I hear father shout again, grumbling, "If you aren't awake up there, I will make my way up there...."

My eyes widen. My, um... my room, yeah... is a total mess! I don't want Papa to see that! "I'M UP! I'M UP PAPA!!" I dance gingerly around the things that piled messily on the floor, tripping over to my closet. I grab the nearest clean shirt and cutoff jean shorts, rushing to my door, pulling back my dark locks of hair into a musseled ponytail. I hastily take my white apron off the doorknob and race down the spiral staircase, tying it around my neck and waist in quick knots. I walk over to the kitchen of our small, dinky little apartment that loomed over the business down stairs.

"Rise and shine, fayth o' mine!" father tells me cheerily, a greasy apron around his waist and a spatula in hand. He was just glad he didn't have to go running into my room. I smile at him despite my tired appearance and cut-throat inner mood. You couldn't stand to be angry at my Papa; he was a scary monster on the outside, but a caring, loving and a soft teddy bear on the inside. But get on his very bad side and he'll make you change your mind faster than you can decide an item from a menu.