Begin Again

One

It was a cold early morning, like any other New York morning. There was snow, little magical white stars falling to the quiet road. Sparkling purple, red, blue, pink, orange streaks were glowing across the sky, alerting everyone another day was coming, (Even though half of the people wouldn’t want the day to happen.) The wind was blowing a cold breeze, almost cold enough to freeze everything in this world… well, to me, anyway.

I’m Emily, Emily Richards. I’m from here in the city. I grew up in Manhattan, though… For 15 years, I had to live with the people I was supposed to call my family. My parents died from an overdose of their wicked, life ruining toys; drugs. Of course, I wasn’t the only one in my family… I had an older sister; Vanessa. She’s the beautiful, successful one… well from what I remember… I also had a younger brother; Anthony. He lives with my granny in New Jersey, from last time I heard.

You see, I’m a nineteen girl. I’m the black sheep of the family, the screw up of the family, the stupid middle child that just couldn’t succeed at anything. I did everything wrong, even my granny blamed me that it was my fault for my parents death.

But it wasn’t my fault.

And right now in my life, I work at McDonalds down my street. I work there everyday, other then Saturday and Sunday, of course! I get paid just enough for rent and food, and that’s perfect right now, since I live by myself. I don’t really have many friends, but I guess you could call my neighbor, Bethany, my friend. She comes over sometimes, and I let her cry to me about how her boyfriend abuses her. I’m glad to have her, but I wish we could be more of friends… Maybe I should go over tonight, go and see how she is… Or maybe her boyfriend is there… I guess I’ll see later.

Finally, I was where I needed to be, my favorite coffee shop; Bruno’s. I walked inside; the small bell ringing signaling that someone was coming in. I took a quick look around, recognizing the wooden chairs, sat around a round glass table, with beautiful floral decorations, and of course, some wooden booths, with wooden tables and the same décor as well.

I took a whiff of the air, and smelt the pastries and coffee, smiling at the familiar elder at the counter. I finally took a seat into my normal booth, right by the window, right in the view of the street, and the beautiful snow falling from the sky. I took my black leather jacket off, my large beige purse, and taking the matching grey beanie off with it, placing it all next to me in the booth.

Suddenly, the old man standing at the counter walked toward my table, grinning widely at me, “Emily, darling!” he said. I greeted him back, giving him the same treatment, “George!” He grinned widely, taking out his notepad and pen, “the usual?” He asked. I nodded, watching him take down my order, which was a French Vanilla mocha, with a croissant. “Be right back, love.” He grinned, walking off to the kitchen with my order.

I quickly took out my laptop that sat in my large purse, placing it onto the wooden table. I turned it on before hearing the bell ring again, and multiple male voices. I looked up, brushing the chocolate curls out of my blue eyes, before glimpsing five young looking boys. They were laughing and talking and one of them was wearing a beanie, a red one. I smiled while looking away, loving that fashion so, so much.