I feel so lost in time. One hour i am on an adventure through a hidden temple. Two hours later i am on a pirate ship fighting off sea monsters. Maybe i want to be a true indiana jones or maybe a girl with big hopes and dreams of adventure. Then reality hits me. I'm a 12 year old girl named Saroya living in the Big Apple reading of adventure instead of living it.
Hi. My name is Saroya Johnson. I am 12 years old, and i live in N.Y.C. my dream is to be an adventurer, discovering hidden temples or fighting though the Amazon to find a lost crown. I'm not the usual city girl, with my thick dark brown curly hair. Combing through my hair in the morning is an adventure on its own. My eyes are piercirg green- which most people say. I like to think of them as green jewels.
I live in a tall apartment on the 4th floor, room #207. Standing out on my tarris and looking down, thinking of some wild story, letting the wind wip at my hair is the closest i get to adventure.
I guess I'm okay with it. I live with my single mom. So i try not to be a pest about living in this dump. Besides, after my dad's death in Iraq, my mom is not the same. Always looking depressed, so i try my best to make her life easier. There are a ton of really nice families living along the floor that help my mom dust and cook dinner. Her favorite is Mrs. Closs. She's the nicest lady I've ever met. She's also single, with one son. Ky.
Ky has always been super nice. Our moms always say we could be twins, what with his wild black hair and twinkly green eyes. We've been best friends since......well, since i can remember. Ky is 2 years older though. So he thinks he's Mr. Tough guy. Always trying to boss me around. It's like having an older brother!
"Saroya!" My mom calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"
"Coming!" I yell, while hurdling over my littered floor of magazines, books and stuffed animals.
