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Chapter 1: Strange Beginnings

I woke up suddenly to bright sunlight glaring through the plane window. The jumbled movements of the aircraft touching the ground had jolted me awake, and I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes as I prepared to grab my things. I looked at my phone to see that the time was 11:23 a.m.. I looked outside to see people and planes moving here and there around the airport. I sighed, resting my head on the back of my seat as I waited for the seat-belt sign to turn off. 'Well... Here I am.' I thought to myself. I was in New York City. The Big Apple. The City That Never Sleeps. Whoop dee doo. As you can probably tell, I'm not completely ecstatic to be here.

My home is all the way in California, along the beach in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. The weather is always warm, and the ocean waves are usually perfect for surfing. Living there my whole life has gotten me used to a certain kind of life-style. Waking up to a clear sky, seeing the ocean from my bedroom window, and running down to the beach whenever I please. I practically lived in my swimsuit. I have gotten used to surfing every afternoon, walking around the boardwalk, and only being a short bike-ride away from my friends.

I closed my eyes for a second as I reminded myself to not think about them. It was a horrible feeling to move away from your best friends, even if you just had two. I would rather have two best friends than 10 acquaintances.

Anyway, the whole reason I had to leave my beautiful home was because of my parents. They are both very serious workers, and believe that I should do everything in my power to prepare myself for college and my future job.

My parents would have loved it if I decided to study something mathematic or philosophical, as they are both professors at UCLA (mom is a mathematics professor and dad is a philosophy professor). Sadly, for them, I am no where near interested in either of those subjects. Unlike my parents, who's dreams consist of equations and questions, mine are filled with music.

Ever since I was little, I would instantly get the hang of any instrument I picked up. Name any instrument you can think of, and I've probably played it at some point. Though my personal favorites consist of the piano, guitar, drums, cello and violin. A weird mixture, I know.
Back to saying why I was forced to come here.

I guess I had left the family computer on (even though I have my own laptop, I still like to use it), and they had seen the last page I was on. It was the website for the Berkley College of Music in Massachusetts. After that, they had kept dropping hints about it non stop. We had a few discussions about it, and me being unaware of what they were planning, always talked about it with great interest. Then one day out of the blue they tell me they are sending me to New York to live with my step-aunt Grace and her husband Patrick. They said that if I go there early I could get used to what it feels like living there, and even check out the college.

Of course, I was appalled. I still had a year and a half to go in high school before I graduated, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go to college. All my life I had dreamed of finding the perfect place where I felt like I belonged, and I wasn't sure that I would find that at college. I thought about traveling the world to explore different areas, so I could possibly find the one place I felt I could call home the rest of my life. Don't get me wrong, L.A. was my home... but something in my gut told me that I would eventually find someplace better. At this, they went ballistic. They got me a plane ticket the next week, telling me I had 5 days before I left for New York. I only had that little amount of time to savor the feeling of living by the ocean and seeing my friends, which I tried to do every day.

Before I knew it, I was on a plane, waving out the window at the sunset in L.A., silently saying goodbye to my friends and my family one last time.

I flinched slightly at the loud 'ding' playing throughout the airplane, telling the passengers that it was okay to take off their seatbelts. In a flash, everyone was standing up, fumbling with their bags, or trying to get into the overhead compartment, each hoping to get off the plane as soon as possible.

Trying to avoid the rush, I patiently waited for most of the passengers to leave, before slowly standing up and moving out of my seat, my backpack slung over my right shoulder. I pulled out my earbuds and plugged them into my phone, ready to use them once I go off the plane. I shoved my left hand into my fitted green army-jacket, along with my phone, holding the strap of my bag with my right hand. I made my way out of the plane, letting out a relaxed sigh as I exited the aircraft.

As I walked down the corridor leading to the boarding room, I pulled out my phone and put my earbuds in, playing a relaxing tune to calm my nerves. Music has always helped me with my emotions, wether it's to calm me down, get me excited, or to just take my mind off things. The soft melody flowed through my earbuds, and a wave of relaxation washing over me. I sighed, a soft smile gracing my lips as I entered the boarding room, looking around the massive airport. It would take 5-10 minutes just to get to the baggage claim, which was where my step-aunt, Grace, would pick me up, so I took my time, walking in the middle of the walk-way, looking around calmly, feeling as if I were in a music video.

I have to be honest here. Going to New York is not a total drag. It's been my dream to come here. But... the circumstance in which I got here made me resent going. But now, actually being here, I decided to let that go, and try and enjoy my stay here.

The sound of my combat boots hitting the marble floor echoed around the large room, along with the many voices of passengers waiting for their bags. I had just arrived at the baggage claim, and was moving across the room to find my suitcase. When I was nearly at the other end of the room, I spied the number of the flight I was on, and went to that station to wait for my bag.

I rolled my neck around, it still being a little stiff from the flight. I tugged at a loose string hanging off my black skinny jeans, nervously glancing around the large room. I had yet to see Grace, and I was getting slightly anxious. I fiddled with my necklace, a silver moon hanging on a black leather chain, which I wore all the time. It hung in the middle of my chest. I dropped my hand down to the edge of my light white tank top, which ended a centimeter above my jeans. I rubbed the soft fabric between my fingers, the nails coated in navy blue polish.

As I took another look around the room, I recognized my large black suitcase traveling down the assembly line. I waited for it to pass in front of me before grasping the handle and lifting it effortlessly onto the ground next to me.

"Wow, you've got some serious muscles, Daelyn." A voice said behind me. I turned around to see Grace standing there with a large grin on her face, her arms open for a hug. I smiled, moving to her and wrapping my arms around her.

"Hey Auntie G, what's up?" I joked, calling her the name I used to call her as a child. She laughed, pulling away to look at me.
"Just happy to see you. Wow, your so tall! You were only this high the last time I saw you." She said, putting her hand to her knee. "And you've grown into such a beautiful woman!" She exclaimed running a hand through my pixie-cut light brown hair. "Time sure does fly." She said, pulling me in for another quick hug. I laughed.

"Thank you, Grace. And yeah, it sure does." I then grabbed my suitcase and followed her to a cab waiting outside. "By the way, do you guys have a gym near your apartment?" I asked. Grace pauses for a moment, thinking. She began to slowly nod her head.

"Yes, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure there's a gym a couple of blocks away from the apartment. Why?" She questioned.

"Well, I had a pretty good routine back at the gym close to my home in Santa Monica, and I'd hate to suddenly stop my usual routine. Plus it let me get a lot of excess energy and... sometimes anger out." I added at the end with a chuckle. She laughed along with me, and we soon fell into a steady conversation in the cab ride home.

.o.o.o.

We got back to her and Patrick's apartment a little after one, and she showed me to my room. It was a medium sized room, not too big and not too small, with a bed, desk, and dresser in it. It also had a small bookshelf, along with a little table right next to the bed. A large window was on the opposite wall of the door to the room, and a fire escape was right outside. The bed was pushed against the wall to the right of the window, the small table right next to the head of the bed. The dresser was pushed into the corner facing the bed, and the desk was against the wall to the left of the window. The small bookshelf stool in between the dresser and the door to the bedroom.

I set my suitcase at the foot of the bed, sitting down on the freshly-laundered navy blue fluffy duvet, which had thin lines of light blue making a wave pattern covering the duvet. The walls of the room were a light ocean blue, with a white trimming. It reminded me of my room in Santa Monica, and it instantly made me miss home, though it also comforted me. I could see Grace smiling at me from the corner of my eye, happy that I seemed to be relaxed and at home.

"Do you like it?" She asked, her doe brown eyes filled with hope. I smiled even more, nodding enthusiastically.

"Yup, it couldn't be more perfect. Reminds me of the beach and the ocean." I said, sighing softly at the thought of the ocean. I guess she knew that I was dreaming about home, because she walked over and sat down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I know this isn't L.A., and that you won't get to wake up and see dolphins swimming in the ocean every morning, but I really am glad your here, and I hope that you can enjoy New York to the fullest extent." I smiled softly, leaning over and giving her a one-sided hug.

"Thank you. I really am happy to be here. It's just a little sudden, that's all." I explained, giving her the reason as to why I might have seemed hesitant about staying here. She nodded her head.

"That is completely understandable. I know that you won't get over the sudden change over night, so if you need anything at all, or just want to talk, I'm here for you, Dae." She said, looking into my eyes to make sure I fully understood. Calmness settled inside me.

"Thank you." I said sincerely.

"And same with Patrick. He might seem a little up tight at first, but he'll warm up to you real quick." She said, giggling a little. I chuckled, thanking her again before she left my room, leaving me to unpack. I let out a breath, pausing for a moment to take in my new room one more time before I started to unpack.

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