the perks of nyc | h.s

prologue

some people say that the big city has so much in store for you.

it's where people are made.

it's where you find love.

it's where you live your life to the fullest.

it's the american dream to travel to the 'big apple' and feel the rush of cold air as the cabs race by. to be blinded by the bright lights that flood through the numerous billboards on times square.

i was one of those people, dreaming of a bigger and better life. wanting to reminisce in the beauty of something so big and full of vitality.

i've always enjoyed the idea of doing something with my life. being productive and finding a glint of hope left.

it was always small town nothing. everyone knew everyone and it was the same boring routine every day.

but in the big city there is an adventure everyday. new faces popping up from each crevice of the mysterious city.

there was the successful business men cluttering wall street. the clueless yet enchanted tourists with 'i heart nyc' on every article of clothing. the commoners who just enjoyed life of the big city and visited often. the small cafe workers just trying to get by on minimum wage. and then there was me.

i used to be in love with new york city.

i grew up fantasizing about living in a white penthouse with windows overlooking times square. i had my life planned out. i would manage a job at a local cafe and fall in love with the boy that sits in the corner.

but i'm like every girl out there, dreaming until reality falls into it's rightful place, diminishing the only hopes and dreams you have set for yourself.

i moved here anticipating a scholarship to nyu and living my life as a college student. i had finished high school at the peak of my class, earning a plethora of praises from my fellow classmates.

i intended on traveling to new york and becoming a big writer or some famous celebrity. and when the high school reunion occurred, i would be the most successful person there.

but i was young and dumb, seeming to forget the cost of success and prosperity.

i lost my small apartment a month after occupying it, unable to pay for the expensive rent. i tried to call my family members, hoping to get help in my short downfall but learned that they moved to arizona, in seek of retirement.

i was lost, still am.

but i'm able to make enough money to eat the quarter pounder at mcdonalds. and that's how i live, playing my only possession on the streets of new york.

where do i live? many people ask that on a daily basis.

with the trash of new york, next to a dumpster behind my old apartment building.

i try to maintain jobs. i really do. but complaints of me being too dirty or a 'inefficient worker' are just a minimal amount of reasons as to why I'm constantly fired.

living on the streets has been hard, but I've adapted to it. i know many people that relate to my situation, dumpster inhabitant.

i've made many friends actually. we all share the love of alcohol and freedom. but we all know that there's no way out of this hole.

and this is the story of my journey, trying to climb out of this damn hole to get to the top. 

// authors note //

yeah, new collab story<33 woo! we both hope you guys like it just as much as we lurve writing it, and it'd mean tonnes if you vote/comment and maybe even fan! 

- cierra & tamee .xx