Okay so this is my first chapter story. Yay! I don't totally know where I'm going with it but I'm gonna write it anyway... Anyway I hope you like it! I might change the rating later.

Sorry I accidentally deleted my stories so I'm putting them back up now.

About a week after my 18th birthday, I moved to New York City. I had always wanted to live there. There are always people in New York. There's always something to do and somewhere to go, so as soon as I turned 18, I started packing.

The day I moved in, it was pouring. For once I was glad I didn't own much, because it didn't take me long get all my things inside the small apartment. I was disappointed that it was too rainy to do much of anything on my first day in the city. I spent the rest of the day unpacking and eventually fell asleep, tired from my trip to the city.

The next morning, I woke up in my new bed, confused. For a minute, I didn't really know where I was. After looking around briefly, I remembered the day before. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. It wasn't raining anymore. I decided to go out and find a place to eat breakfast.

I walked around for awhile until I found a tiny diner. I bought coffee and a bagel and kept walking around the city. After about half an hour, I realized I was close to home. I was about to turn in the direction of my apartment when I heard drumming. I turned a corner and saw a man, probably a little older than me, sitting in the alley, drumming on a bucket. He had short hair and worn looking clothes. He looked so happy, like he really enjoyed sitting in a wet alley, drumming on a bucket. He was good at it too.

I walked over to him and dropped a few coins on the bucket. He stopped drumming, looked up at me, and smiled. I smiled back. Then he picked up his drumsticks and kept playing.

That became my routine for the next few weeks. I'd wake up, get some breakfast, take a walk, give the drummer some money, and go home and figure out what I was going to do for the rest of the day.

After a few weeks, I finally got a job as a dancer at a place near my apartment called The Cat Scratch Club. Most nights, I got home around 2:00 in the morning. One night, I had gotten out a little early and decided to take the long way home so I could enjoy the cool, fall air. I was getting pretty close to home when I heard people talking. Of course, that wasn't anything unusual, considering that I was in a city, but something drew me to the voices. I started walking towards where the noise was coming from.

There were three men standing in an alley with a woman. She was tall in her large heels, and had short black hair. They were being very rude to her and saying terrible things, but she stayed calm. She listened to them for another minute and then stepped forward so she was right in front of the largest man.

"Okay, listen," She looked over at me for a second and smiled. That's when I realized that she was the drummer who I'd been giving money for the past few weeks.

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and more of a woman than you'll ever get." The man stepped back a little, obviously quite shocked, and a little scared. She smiled a little.

"I don't know why you feel the need to hurt other people, but honestly, I feel bad for you. Maybe you're just jealous 'cause I'm not afraid to be myself." Then she walked away with her heels clicking on the pavement.

As she walked past me, she stopped and smiled.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," I answered. She leaned against a building. We were quiet for a moment, until I spoke.

"That was really cool how you stood up to those guys."

"Thanks, I felt like I had to. They shouldn't get away with that stuff."

"Yeah, I wish I could do that. I'm not that brave."

"I bet you could. It's not that hard." She laughed a little. "Plus, that guy's reaction was pretty funny."

"Yeah," I laughed.

"I'm Angel."

"Mimi."

We kept walking together until we got to my apartment. She came in with me, and we talked for a long time.

That's how I met Angel. From that day on, we were inseparable. I thought nothing could tear us apart. I look back on that memory, wondering how I ended up here, at a church, waiting for her funeral to start.

So that's the first chapter. I think I'll have the second one done soon. Please review if anyone likes this. (or doesn't. Either way)