New York and diaries

Chapter 2:

Walking out the hotel room on a cold and frosty morning and heading down stairs with my thick winter coat and a long red scarf, I feel the urge to curl up in a ball. I don't. The butterflies in my stomach haunted me right since I stepped off the plane. I grab a piece of toast as I walk by the buffet breakfast and head out the posh metal framed door. I know where I was going. I just knew I was going in the wrong direction. I don't know whether that was a mistake or my nerves kicking in. But I plaster my face with a big old smile and show off my pristine white teeth and continue walking along the road. This time in the right direction. At this time, I walk by the houses and one by one I see lights flash on and little children wandering around their houses in their pyjamas.
Confronting a building this big, with grand windows and big gold doors made me shiver. It send a ripple down my spine and again I wanted to curl up in a ball. Again I don't. I open the door and walk through to go speak to to find out where I am going.
"My name is Kasi Reeder and I'm here for a writing course. I got my letter six months ago."
"I'm afraid Kasi your not on our list for any writing course!" Said a tall blonde woman.
"You must have just missed my name off the list. I have the confirmation list in my hotel room!"

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What will happen next? Will kasi get on the writing course she has always dreamed of? Find out in part 3. Coming soon