Welcome to New York
Chapter One
Lovina
"Lovi..." My father chocked on his own blood. "Lovi... Take care of your Sorella... And what ever you do, just keep smiling." And with that, he's dead.
I jolt awake. That dream. It keeps haunting me. My father died when I was ten. I started replaying that memory for seven years.
I look at my sister next to me. She's sound asleep. I shouldn't be surprised, she's probably used to my outbursts.
I pick up my cell phone from the nightstand beside me. Pressing the button on top, causing the screen to flash to life, illumanating the dull grey room.
"Eight... thirty nine... Oh shit!" I jump out of the bed. Running to the closet, and pulling out the first thing I found: A white shirt and black pinstriped skirt. Leaving on the bra and tank top I slept in on, I quickly button up the shirt and pulled the skirt up above my hips. I quickly ran into the bathroom to brush my hair and style it with a black headband. A curl pokes out of the parting of my bangs, I set down my brush, just looking at the curl. I know it's now use messing with it, I've had it forever, and even cutting it doesn't even ruin hte stupid thing. It's just there.
I snap out of my day dream, remembering my time limit. I slide a pair of flats onto my feet and rush down the stairs, towards the back of the Pizzaria-slash-cafe my family owns. I burst through the main part of the resturant just to have my aunt call me back to the kitchen.
"Lovina!" She scolds, "How many times must I tell you, stop running through the apartment!" She goes on and on about how once my brother got stuck in the floor and was dangling over somebody because he was chasing after his soccer ball. "But anyways, here's your breakfast, sweetie! Have a good day at work!"
My aunt hands me something covered by a napkin and pushes me out the door. Once outside, I un-wrap the thing to see a rasberry cream cheese croisant. I toss the wrapping to the ground and start running to my job.