Cream's P.O.V.
I'm new in New York City so that's mean it's time for new school, It was quite boring…and lonely too
'My first class is…Science… brilliant…' I thought to myself
"Please sit here" Miss Mary told me pointing at the blank desk next to a girl with long pink hair, purple eyes and wearing a yellow dress, she seems like a cool girl, maybe this could be my first friend!
"Hi, I'm Preem, nice to meet you, what's ya name" Preem nicely introduce herself "Hi, I'm cream, nice ta meet you too" I introduce myself
"Nice name, new, huh" Preem ask
"Yeah"
"Well, you wanna hang out"
"I would love too" I answer
After school, we decide to hang out at Preem's condo
"Where is ya condo called again?" I asked "The lyrics, why?" it really familiar, after sudden realization curse me gasping "That's my condo, my room is 205"
"Mine is 206! Wtf!" she yell in surprise, my first friend in New York happens to lived next door! What are the chances! Then we continued walk and chat until we, well me, bumped in to someone curse both of us falling on to the ground, hard
"Hey, watch it!" the boy beside her yelling at us "I'm sorry"
"Sorry won't good enough, its curse my girlfriend a bruise"
"Oh, that's mean it all our fault!? You don't have to be careful!? You know it's BOTH our fault and you blame us for it?" Preem snapped
"Could you two stop arguing? Apologize now!" the girl demands, both Preem and the boy apologize and we start a conversation
"So you two from our school" the boy asked
"Yep, I'm Cream and this is Preem" I introduce ourselves to them
"I'm April O'Neil, and this is…" but before April could finish the boy speak
"I'm Casey Jones"
"It's quite late now, let's go home" Preem suggest, luckily, our condo is near their apartment go we can walk together and my family sent me to study here and buy me a condo so I don't have to worry about going home late, but suddenly, loads of people jump out on us, their wearing black and seems like a…ninja
"Footbots!" April yell
"A What now?" I asked "it too much! Run!" Casey yell and we run but…
"It's a dead-end!" Preem yell
To be continued