Jessica came to a halt as her toes touched the edge of the sidewalk. She stuck her arm out a waved wildly, trying to get the attention of a taxi.
A yellow cab pulled up and she cautiously opened the door. As the driver opened the trunk and plopped her luggage inside, Jessica checked the time. 7:10. She was late.
" St. Travis High School, please."
The driver gave her a nasty glare and revved the engine.
"One of those rich prep kids, are you?"
Jessica shrugged.
New York City was big. The places varied from Chinatown to Little Italy to Harlem, each place just as crowded as the previous one.
And the traffic was awful. There were so many cars. Red ones, blue ones, black ones, yellow ones, all stuck in a mechanical line, potentially getting nowhere.
Jessica sighed and rested her head on the cold window. This was nothing like her hometown.
An hour later she finally arrived at the school. It was big, and maroon in color, definitely looked like a private school.
Jessica payed the taxi driver and grabbed her luggage, as she made her way up the steps and to the main entrance.
Inside there was an old lady, her hair gray and pulled back into a tight bun.
She wore a dull, black skirt and blouse. Her eyes widened fractionally when she saw Jessica.
"Good evening. Are you Jessica?"
She nodded.
"Thank the Lord. We were starting to think you weren't going to come."
Jessica forced a smile. I wish.