Destination.

CHAPTER ONE.

"BEEP BEEP!" the taxi cab honked as the furious male driver starred at me with his devious eyes following me across the street as i walk towards the sidewalk. "yo watch out, the light was still red!" as i yelled and continued on walking while the male cab driver flicked me off and turned the corner speeding off, such a jerk. being a new york resident was so hard yet interesting as life continues on. there would be fights in the middle of the day by an apartment building with the same gang standing boldly and jumping dudes that owe them money. Then, on the other block a painter would ask to pain you for free and make the most wonderful and creative ways to paint that person or any of his other works. i always looked up to him because it's his passion and he loved doing it, he was aspire to it and it made me feel that it could be me one day of being an astonishing journalist.

   hi my name is luna, luna yuriko valdez. i'm 21 with no family out here to lean on after i moved  from houston to pursue my dream of being a music and art journalist with having my own blog and radio show along with it. i know you're wondering where are my parents and family thinking right now, well my mom passes away when i was 16 from kidney cancer and my dad suddenly hopped out my life trying to make a new family of his own so my aunt took me in for the rest of my high school years. it was weird but i thought it was somewhat comfortable, but i still felt empty. i meant no disrespect when i wanted to move out and far away as i could but i wanted to start a new life with a new grown me and i'm here. as i am walking on the pavement down the sidewalk trying to reach my apartment building, i slowly walk up the couple of steps to enter inside the casual renovated building. it was nice and freshly rebuilt and the apartment was spacey but not cheap at all. i had my roommate chloe from work living with me so we can help each other out with paying the bills. i've known her when i first came out here looking for a job dealing with journalism and we related so much since she wasn't from new york either.
chloe interrupted my thoughts and walked inside the apartment ranting madly and breathless but i still listened.

"yo lu, i am so tired and frustrated with all this walking and catching taxis. one taxi driver wouldn't even drop me off at the front of the building because of one less dollar, so i had to walk 1,000 blocks." i laughed at her dramatic ways and kept on going with the convo. "damn that seems rough and terrible but my off day was relaxing. walking through new york with all the culture surrounded, then the delicious food smells lingering through your nose as it begs for you to try.