Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop |Joji|

Prologue

I wasn't like a lot of kids in my old high school. Some wanted to be accountants, bakers, and even movie stars. I wanted to be a lawyer. Everyone that asked me what I want to be never really believe me. They say it's too hard, you see. That not everyone can conquer their dreams. But I know I will. And the only way to conquer them was by leaving my family behind, back in my hometown of St. Lucie. Not many liked the idea of me leaving to New York. "Too expensive, you see!" "You'll die of hunger!" They all constantly shouted at me negative shit. I didn't care, though. This is what I wanted and I've been doing just fine for the past year.

My name is Sarah Gates. I was born on May 22, 1993 at some hospital in Orlando, Fl. There's really nothing special about me. Green eyes, pale skin, not-too-skinny, and really short. 5'0" to be exact. My hair is naturally jet black and straight, although many people don't believe me. It's quite long, reaches my waist. I've gone through many stupid phases that teenagers go through. Those were dark days. I cringe at every photo I used to take from back then. Anyways, now I'm just casual; hipster as many call it. I adore using skinny jeans, converse, long t-shirts, and beanies.

I decided to study in New York right before I graduated, back in 2011. I've heard many good reviews of the NYU, so I thought "Why not give it a shot?" It's been a wonderful year of good memories. Now, I'm in my summer break, 2012. Pretty much working in 7/11 so I can maintain myself and my apartment. My friends say that I should start selling my art, because it's "creative and unique." I may or may not. I'm really self-conscious about my drawings. Anyways, my life isn't really out of this world. Back in the day, I never flew to other states or even other countries like many did. I guess we just didn't have that kind of money. Last year was pretty much my first time being on a plane, in another state, and even in another home. My home, actually. A small one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, situated in the busy streets of Brooklyn. This has always been my dream. No one was going to tell me different, or convince me to stay in Florida. All I need is to one day meet someone and have nice memories with that person. When will it happen?

~A/N~
•Hey! This is just a test to see if people would actually read this story lol. It's pretty boring, I know, but I had to get into details about this fictional girl. On the next chapter, the story ACTUALLY begins. I'll try to update this story frequently like I did with the last one! Enjoy!•