Hello everyone so this is my first story yay :) Hope you like it

I got the idea of this story in a dream, which was pretty weird. When i woke up i took notes from my dream and began to develop a character and a plot. And well... here i am. May i mention this is not based off of anything real life, but a simple fragment of my imagination

Disclamer: I only own my body and my imagination

Prologue

Ah the coffee shop.

The smell of freshly ground coffee invigorates my senses. I am home.

I get the usual, French vanilla with honey and sit at a table by the window, and clip on my ipod.

And I just lounge there and relax.

I can sit here for hours in time and not move as the classical beat plays in my ears. Just looking at me, you wouldn't expect me to be playing this sort of music. You would expect me to be playing songs that make your ears bleed in mercy

But no, just because I dress the way of the underground, doesn't mean i'm like the people in the underground.

I just consider this as self realisation or self creativity of some sort. I hate being like everyone else, or anything main stream for the matter.

Being different is good.

But I think i'm the only 16 in this world that thinks that, what with all the influence of the media screaming at you saying all this bullshit that no one wants to hear, FOR EXSAMPLE:

"MINI SKIRTS? TREND SETTER FOR THIS SPRING FASHON"

"BOTOX; THE WAY TO LOOK LIKE BARBIE IN 20 SIMPLE SHOTS"

And who could forget the other popular

"FUCKED!? GET AN ABORTION TODAY"

Yes you gotta love the main stream crew

Not like there bad or anything, just they happen to be the people killing the young minds of children (and teens who think they are children) Blinding the fact that daddy wont always be there for you and your shopping needs what so ever.

America, the country everyone loves

I check my watch, 3:46 pm. I don't want to go home just yet and I've had enough time to reflect on things, guess ill go for a walk…

I leave the coffee shop, thanking the clerk once again for a lovely cup of coffee and I stroll down the road. Manhattan is a great place to live if you own a shit load of money.

I've grown accustom to the many cultures in this small area, and I particularly like the quieter areas of this joint like the parks and the coffee shops (aka star bucks…you gotta love em, there everywhere in this bloody place) But overall a very busy city.

Now where do you think I live? Chinatown? Nope (I wish though) TriBeCa? Nope. Greenwich Village? Not even.

I live in the one area where you would never expect to see someone like me in.

Upper East Side

No, this is not your inner psycho talking to you. Its true, (and I really hate to say this) I live in the Upper East Side.

Ug, every time I say those words I throw up a little.

You don't know what the Upper East Side is? Seriously? Have you been to a doctor lately?

Let me summarize it up for you in my OWN words:

The Upper East Side consists of filthy rich bastards almost all blond, who have higher reputations then god himself. The males have a tendency to sleep with many women in their life time and the women lavish themselves with jewels and surgery and spa dates 24/7. The children all go to high class schools have high class meals and have no parental supervision what so ever. I always feel sorry for the poor nannies…

I still can't believe that I live here.

I continue walking the cleanly paved sidewalk up to my White mansion in the middle of big shot vill.

Some women across the street stare at me, thinking i'm going to steal some their precious jewels

No not their children, the diamonds for Christ sake! Like they give a shit about their little minions.

Don't worry lady, If I ever do steal your diamonds, its only to shove it up you ass, then tell you to go find em.

Happy Easter from Naira

So whatcha think?

Comment and ill see if i can reply ;)