Addie yells at Victoria to leave.
They both give each other gut-wrenching glares as she leaves.
My stomach does a summersault.
"Addie I'm-"
She shakes her head.
"Just drop it."
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Darren suggested we walk around Times Square again for a bit.
We take two steps out of the dinner and my good mood floods out of me from my head down to my feet and out from my heels.
It weighs me down and I slump over, an old habit I was made fun of for in middle school, along with biting my nails and being too quiet.
Hunchback.
Freak.
Mime
My happiness turns to sadness and destruction.
But something replaces it.
Determination.
This isn't middle school.
This isn't high school.
This isn't college.
I'm not the old Charlotte that I was.
I am new.
I can start over.
And I can do it now.
I arch my back and lift my head.
My legs involuntarily add swagger to my step.
Darren looks over at me and giggles, squeezing my arm.
Addie and Chris argue about something behind us, but I tune them out.
My stride becomes longer and more elegant.
I immediately wonder if I can walk like a Heather.
Darren giggles more as I attempt.
Not there yet.
I smile at the signs and the lights.
This is where I belong.
This is where I thrive.
This is where I more than survive.
But I need to make some changes if this will work.
Addie and Chris's bickering becomes more present.
And this is where it starts.
I grab Darren's hand and start running.
His face is full of pure shock.
I laugh loudly as we zig-zag through people and across the streets with cabs honking at us.
Darren eventually lightens up and laughs too.
We run until we make it to 42nd Street.
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City Of Dreams
General FictionSequel 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...
