A/N: Hey people! The translations are:
*1:Hey, honey, what's up?
*2:Get away from me, stupid!
"What do you think we should do with her?"
"I don't know. We could send her off to Korea with the goods,"
I heard the muffled voices of two men in the hallway. I was still in the van, but this time they had hidden me deep in Central Park. I mean, its Central Park for goodness sake. ANYONE could find me.
"Get up, chica,"
"And you are?"
"Don't you ever" he shouted, slapping me, "Talk to me in such a manner again,"
"And who are you, my father?"
I think I just blew his fuse.
"Escucha niña, voy a hacerte daño y no te arrepentirás. No vayas por ahí diciendo tonterías, porque no tienes idea de lo que estás en, ¿de acuerdo?"*1
"And what, might I ask, am I in for?"
Then came the punches. And the whips, and the screams, and the slaps. My attitude just digs my grave even deeper every day. By the time he was done, I was a crumpled pulp on the floor. Someone, come find me.. Even if its Jordan.. Oh wait, here she comes!
"Jordan, save me!"
"Oh please, save you?"
"You know these people?"
"I'm paying them to kidnap you, what do you think?" Laughing, she said, "Oh yea, they got Jack to. We washed out all memories of you and now, I'm his faithful girlfriend. I will go through every means to make your life poo. You sewer rat,"
What, Nick? She had him. How.. How is this possible?
"Oh, your probably thinking how? I'm part of The Red Bloods. You see, we find little urchins like you and plant things like illegal adult movies on you,"
This was a lot to sink in.
"Please, I know your joking. Don't do this nonsense,"
Slapping me, she said "Boys, take her to her chambers and send her in for training on Friday,"
Well, at least I get a room.
A room? This is a suite. They drove me up to this apartment right in front of Central Park. It had everything I needed. There was like space age technology here, everything was white and sleek, and there were bright windows and rectangular white lights that even lit up during the day. My room was en suite. My bathroom had fresh, fluffy towels, different designer perfumes and the sweetest smelling soap. I could get used to this. My bed was King sized, with white sheets and two mahogany bedside tables. There was a dresser, filled with simple, basic black clothing and a few Forever 21 beauties. I could get used to this.
"You will have time to rest after your long journey. Prepare all your own meals. Get acquainted with your house mates, okay? There's Skye, Phoenix and Brad. It is Wednesday right now. You will be vaccinated and given medical treatment until Friday, when you will start physical training. A tutor comes from 9am to 2pm on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Please give me all your belongings ie your phone and other devices. None? Okay. My name is Frankie, my number is on speed dial on the telecomm and call me if you need anything. Good day,"
Well that was thorough.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of a New Yorker.
Teen FictionNita Hemingway is just a normal, Mexican teenager living in the streets of New York. Everyday, her bully, Jordan Lee, terrorizes her. When her best friend, Nick, is taken away to an orphanage, who will she have to protect her?