I was in New York.
NEW YORK.
I couldn't believe I did this. I should've been at Z-Tech listening to China play the guitar. I should've been playing video games with Angus, and being scolded by Lexi.
Olive... I just didn't know.
I probably should've stayed in New York. Olive was going to break up with me anyways.
New York was so... loud! Taxi cabs honked their horns every minute, and the people rushed off to work trying to get the attention of taxi drivers, or flooded into the subway.
My taxi driver, Paul, yelled "Get outta the way you rats!" as I tried to duplicate the New York scene onto my ratty sketchbook.
The tall buildings, the men in suits holding leather briefcases, the classy dressed women in the tallest high heels, the mustard yellow taxi cabs... It was so much to take in.
As I gazed at the scene, the taxi came to a halt at an ear-damaging screech.
"You're here now boy. Pay up." he said. I noticed his New York accent. It sounded so awesome. I wondered if I would develop one too...
THAT WOULD BE SO AWESOME.
I payed the man, and I got out my stuff from the taxi's trunk.
I said thanks to Paul as I faced the apartment building.
I noticed Grandma Dottie was there in front of the building with an impatient scowl upon her face.
"Hey Grandma!" I waved, trying to keep my stuff together. Grandma Dottie didn't bother to help me, nor greet me back.
"You're late kid. What the hell." she snapped as she took out a cheap lighter and pulled out a cigarette. She lighted it up at the end of the cigarette and stuck it into her mouth.
"Sorry Dottie. There was a lot of traffic." I said sheepishly.
"God... Your Gramps was less irritating..." she said as she headed inside.
I remembered years ago, Mom was enraged at Gramps for getting engaged to a woman he just met. He was the type of man who believed in those happy endings, like in those sappy Disney movies. I also remembered going to their wedding just months after Mom yelled at Gramps. I remember meeting Grandma Dottie. She was all sweet and kind. Now that Gramps has died of a weak heart, Dottie doesn't need to keep up her act anymore. I guess this was sort of another Cinderella story, but I don't want to get into that...
Grandma Dottie and I headed up to her apartment. Her high heels' bright color of pink blinded me as they clacked against the floor.
"Retcher, I have an extra guest room over there," she said, pointing to a door across the living room. "Drop your stuff there and unpack. There's a backpack inside there with all your supplies for school tomorrow."
I wanted to tell her my name was Fletcher, not Retcher. But I had a feeling she wasn't the type of person who liked being corrected.
"I'm going to school tomorrow!?" I exclaimed impulsively.
"Yes you are." she said glumly. "It's just around the corner."
"But-"
"There are no butts. Now unpack." she said as she shoved me into my room. As I fell onto the ground, I heard her slam the door shut, followed by a muffled sigh of relief and the sound of the TV went on.
I spent about an hour unpacking my things. I didn't bring much to New York. I left most of my stuff back at home, since most of it were gifts from my friends back at Z-Tech. All those things would just make me miss them more.
But I did accept things they gave me as a goodbye present. I can't remember what they gave me though... Hmmm...
After I unpack my things into the tiny closet, I sit on the bed with my sketchbook and a pencil in my hand.
I look at the sketches back from the past. Was this... New York... Will this be forever?
I see sketches of the A.N.T. Farm, and various sketches of China, back from when I used to have a crush on her. There were dozens of Chinas in there, but there were rare sketches of Olive.
Olive...
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound outside. It sounded like a snort, maybe a grate of some sort.
I slowly crept to the door. My hands slightly trembled as they reached for the silver doorknob. I peeked in the tiny crack I've made, and I saw that Grandma Dottie was asleep.
She was positioned awkwardly, her legs twisted up like pretzels. I never knew hair could get messy that quick, but apparently, it was. An adequate amount of drool was coming out of her mouth. The TV was still on.
As she layed on the grungy brown couch, I did something I thought I would never do.
I crept outside the tiny room into the living room. I did not know what I was doing, but apparently, I was gonna do it, whether I was gonna get in trouble or not.
I watched as my hand trembled over the bright red purse just a few feet away from Grandma Dottie's arm.
My hand carefully went through the purse. The sound of ransacking was muffled, but I was afraid that Dottie would just... wake up. Then kill me.
My hand pulled up to reveal shiny keys. I knew one of them would be a key to the apartment. I had a feeling that I wanted to go somewhere...
Before I left, I grabbed my sketchbook along with a pencil, and headed off.
A/N: Yeah guys... I edited this chiz... Anyways, I want at least FOUR REVIEWS. You know... But if I don't get those reviews, then... Eh. I'm already typing up Chapter 2, so I wouldn't want my heard work go to waste.
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