I didn't forgot anything about New York. Living with my mother in Montana was way different then my fathers fast city life style. My mother barley had enough money to get us food for lunch, so we mainly just ate breakfast and waited to eat later at dinner. Unlike my father who eats five course meals everyday.
When I got off the plain and finally got my stuff, I walk out into the cold sour air of New York. There was a long black limo with the letters "T.H" for Thomas Hunter on the front of the cold black limo. I knew it was my fathers. When I got closer nobody seemed to be inside but somebody got out from the front and opened the door. "Miss. Kylie Waters"the man said as I slipped inside the black limo.
The limo stopped at a Grey tall building with a bright orange strip at the top of the sky scraper. The door opened agin and I slowly got out. The door man at my fathers building grabbed my bags and walked me inside.
When he opened the door I was amazed at what I had seen. Light orange lounge chairs where placed at every corner and a giant marble bar rapped around the side of the lobby.
A tall dark man came over to me and hugged me. For a second I forgot that it was my father hugging me.
"Hey Kylie how's your mother?" My father said with a firm voice.
"She's doing okay I guess" I said holding back all my tiers from leaving my mother behind in Montana.
"Let's get you to your room." He said as a small older lady came over and grabbed my bags and another lady came and showed me to the elevator.
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New York, New York
Teen FictionKylie Waters moves back to the fast city life of New York where her rich Father and super model Step Mother live. Kylie finds herself face to face with fame and many other things she didn't have to deal with when she lived with her struggling mother...
