Authors Note: So I've decided that I'm going to re-write what I have of this story, My Adventure at New York City (might even change the title). Hopefully this time around, it'll be written much better and with the characters more in character. So if you read this and you like it, tell me why. If you read this story and don't like it, tell me how I could improve. Thank you and happy readings!

Walking upstairs I start saying, "Why exactly am I moving to New York again?"

My mother looked at me and said, "You're not moving to New York, you're just temporarily staying there until we can get everything sorted out here, okay?"

"Uh-huh," I said while nodding my head, "It just sounds like you're trying to get rid of me, that what it sounds like, Mother."

"We would never do that!"

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Right. And who exactly am I going to live with while I'm a New York? You never really told me. All you said was that I was going to go live with a relative or a friend."

"You'll be living with Casey for the time being. And when we sort out everything here, we'll bring you back here, okay?"

"Sure, and why don't you send the little garbage disposal over there with me? How come its only me?"

I said while started heading towards my room, "is he going to stay here?"

"Your father and I feel like you're the one that will get along best with him and all."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. Giving her a look, I said, "The only reason you are doing this is because you guys don't want me anymore. You are always telling me how much I'm becoming like him. Just because you have problems with him, doesn't mean that the rest of us have to have a problem, now does it? Now if you excuse me, I have to start packing, since I am leaving tomorrow."

With that being said, I went into my room. Slamming the door, I took a moment to just breath and relax. Once I cooled down, I locked the door, put one of my mix CDs in and cranked it up. After a moment or two, ZZ Top's La Grange started playing.

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Almost an hour later, I had almost everything packed when I heard someone knocking at the door. Groaning, I unlocked the door only to come face-to-face with my mother.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "What is it this time?"

"Don't take that tone with me. I just came up here to tell you that your flight is early tomorrow morning, so get enough sleep."

"Yes ma'am," I said while saluting, "I will get enough sleep."

She gave me a skeptical look and walked away. Laughing, I closed the door and went back to packing. Lucky for me, I only had a few more things to pack and then I could finally go and rest a bit.

Grabbing my ever-trusting notebook, I read thru some of the pages and laugh at what I had written. Some of them were journal entry's, while others were stories about crime fighting bunnies. Closing it, I put it in my carry-on and zipped it close. Looking out the window, I can't help but think that this is going to be one of the greatest trips that will ever happen to me.

Little did I know, I would soon find out how true that statement would be.