Music floods my head through my headphones.
I hum along and prance down the street.
"Feeling good today are we?"
I nod, twirling in a circle and smiling.
"Hey, I'm having some weird deja vou shit."
I chuckle, turning the volume up and stumbling into my tiny apartment.
"Will I ever live in a house?"
I wonder aloud.
"You would if you had gone with Marcus and Jessie."
I roll my eyes, jumping into the air when there's a knock at the door.
There is a brief pause before the knocking starts again.
I rip the earbuds out of my ears and hesitantly reach for my door.
The door creaks annoyingly.
Two men of about my size, dressed from head to toe in a uniform, stare at me when I fully open the door.
Their faces are happy and relaxed, unlike those of policemen you see on tv.
"I'm sorry to bother you ma'am, but are you Charlotte Bara?"
My muscles tense up a bit.
I nod slowly.
"I prefer Charlotte Spencer as of right now please."
I say, surprised at my lack of stutter.
"Well, Mrs. Spencer..."
He pauses, looking behind him to acknowledge the other man.
"You're under arrest."
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City Of Dreams
Aktuelle LiteraturSequel to New York- Where Dreams are Made Charlotte struggles to remain on top of everything. With all the problems and stress, she tries to hold it together. She tries to finish what she came to do. She tries to make her dreams come true. But...
