Chris had a pretty boring routine, but her open-minded sense of adventure leads her and her little brother into something she never dreamed off. As she falls in love again, an old one comes back, unable to let go of what they had. Will everything stabilize, or will everything go down the drain? DonOC
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''New York will be FUN!' they said… 'You'll make FRIENDS!' they said… 'They're very NICE!' they said…my parents are such liars…' Chris thought sarcastically, trudging through the streets of New York.
She pushed her midnight hair over her shoulder, shivering slightly. It was autumn here, and it was getting steadily colder. She wasn't exactly tall for her age of nineteen, but she made up for it with spunk. Half her bangs were a deep red, covering her right eye, while the rest was tucked behind her left ear.
'Still…I gotta get home…Libby needs to be fed…George, too…'
Libby was her gold tabby cat, which she'd found on the streets when she'd moved in a few months ago, while George was her pet turtle, and she'd had him for nine years.
She dragged herself into her building and up the stairs, cursing, in her head, the idiot who broke the elevator as she walked up five stories, down the hall, and turned left. She fished out her keys, and opened the door with a sound 'click'.
Libby, napping on the couch, woke up and came over, purring as she rubbed herself on Chris's leg.
"Hey, Lib. Missed me, huh?"
She dropped her keys and wallet on the kitchen counter, picking up her cat.
"Come on…gotta eat, little girl…"
Libby purred contently, and she grabbed a can of cat food out of her cupboard, using the can opener with much difficulty. After leaving her cat to her dinner, Chris went to her bedroom, and smiled softly at the turtle in the tank on her dresser.
"Hey, George…hungry?"
He moved to the glass slowly, making a nodding motion. She pulled out his food, putting it in his tank. George was a rich dark green, with a beautifully patterned, dark shell. She changed from her work suit, pulling on baggy sweats and a t-shirt.
She worked at an office as a secretary, but she never really liked the job. She was a true Texas girl, loving the great outdoors. Always loving an adventure, she'd gotten into plenty of trouble as a child, but that's not to say she's not smart.
She just liked ignoring that little voice in her head sometimes…
Chris plopped down on her couch, looking around for a moment. The apartment was big enough for one person, a kitchen tucked into a corner and a small hall leading to her room on her right, the bathroom on the left with the linen closet.
She sighed, turning on the TV to 'Animal Planet', and started watching 'Animal Miracles' as she grabbed the engine for a remote controlled motorcycle, and started tinkering as Libby jumped onto her lap. Yep, this was the routine of her life since she'd moved to New York.
She wished she could shake things up a little…she didn't know how 'shaken up' her life was about to get…