I've deleted the original project and want to start over with this storyline instead. Let's see what happens. To be clear, this story is not a Michael Jackson fan fiction unfortunately. I wanted to try something different. Otherwise, thanks so much reading and please let me know what you think! - Lavender.
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1992 -"Freshman Year"
Nathan Lorenzo
"We're here!" My American mother beamed to hopefully calm down these rattled nerves found within my entire body.
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The driver continued moving along potholes and cracks in this otherwise paved street.
I barely cracked grins at this point and faced the nearest window. Silence fell before long.
Music from that car stereo up front somehow distracted me. I quickly dreaded pulling two suitcases and this hefty backpack out of the trunk.
Our taxi cab slowed near this building curb and the driver turned his radio. That same vehicular engine coughed up the most exhaust. Any longer and we could've possibly led to combustion.
This aged brownstone that peeked from my left nearly towered but spread out all at once. Rows and rows of tiny glass windows scaled horizontally.
The engine cut off and our driver turned his head to face us. I barely turned up one smile again.
"There you go, kid. Welcome to America." The driver offered this gap tooth smile for us and I nodded as my mother quickly paid in bulk.
After leaving my father overseas and flying thousands of miles away from home, we'd departed one train station in the United States hours earlier. This very taxi cab driver commuted directly to the brownstone.
