Hey Guys! I'm so excited to FINALLY start writing this story that has been dancing in my head all year. First of all, I am not a good song writer and I want this story to have music in it so I am going to write lyrics from songs that I pick out. At the end of the chapter I will write the original artist.
If you want to review a song that you would like to see in the story I will consider adding it.
Introduction
"Dreams are small hopes we hold on to day and night. Many people dream of becoming the richest person on earth, or finding the soul mate. Even though those are
good reasons, at this point I am praying begging God to make my father stop moving us across the world every six months. I am sick of airplanes and limos, new
houses and new servants. Yup... that's right. Limos and servants. My name is Camryn Lehman, my father is a business man that travels so much it makes me crazy.
You could say I am lucky. I've got the money for anything in the world I want, or I get to travel around and see the world, but to be honest it isn't that great. We just
arrived in New York City today. I'm not sure how long we will stay here. It could be a week, a day, or a year. Depending on how my father's work goes. I'm seven-
teen with dark brown eyes, and semi-curly brown hair.
I am sitting on my bed after just arriving and being introduced to my new servants. My room is decorated with zebra stripes and red and white plaid. I know it is
unusual but it actually looks really nice. My blanket and pillows are zebra stripes and the sheets are plaid. It's a queen size bed with a black canopy and white
curtains. I had my diary out on my lap but I was just staring at the walls blankly. I never dream of staying in a certain place longer than a few weeks, I don't think
my heart could take any more heartbreak when we leave. I just have blank thoughts.
A faint tap brings me back to the land of the living and I turn, sitting on the edge of the bed. My feet settle on the cold floor when I stand up and begin to walk
towards the noise. I have a white skirt on that goes right above the knee, and a black shirt. From the base of the neck to my wrists the shirt was lace, and the rest
was covered by material. I walk to my window and spot a small bluebird tapping its beak against the window. I slowly sit on the window seat and watch it pick at its
feathers to clean itself. The view from my window is amazing. Green trees spread out before me and in the distance shadows of skyscrapers rise high with the light of
the sunset shining from behind. I let out a long sigh and brace my chin on my knee.
"Wishes on a sunset are pleads of mercy from God."I remember my mother saying.
She died when I was five but I still remember a few things she had taught me. Dad never talks about her because of the pain it brings in him. So instead he just
buries himself in his work, leaving me to scavenge whatever happiness I can from... whatever.
"Anyway, in that moment I close my eyes and wish. I wish for a life, a real life. Real joy. But, more importantly, I wish to stay in one place for as long as I want. With that I sit there watching the sun set until it disappears and I fall asleep.