Kit put down her bag and looked around the small, dim, shabby room. There were three other bags, a few blankets, and only one bed: a queen. I guess that fits, she thought. She and her family had just moved to Queens, New York from their hometown in Germany. She sighed, turned, and sauntered out of the room. She knew from the moment her father told her and the family that they were moving to America that she wasn't going to like it. For such a "wonderful country" America sure is filthy. Our house back home was bigger than this dump. In the other room her mother was going on and on about how great their lives were going to be here. No they're not, thought Kit painfully, I was happy in Germany...good friends...I was getting so close Milo. She shook her head, trying to forget. I promised myself I wouldn't think about him anymore. She headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked her mother.
"Out, mutter." replied Kit, "I'm going to explore a bit."
"Okay," said her mother after thinking it over a moment. "Don't stay away too long. I need you to clean." Seeing Kit groan she added "don't worry, after a while we will get a maid and none of us will have to clean again!"
Kit laughed inwardly at the thought of this. She knew they would never be able to afford a maid. Not wanting to cause trouble she gave a quick smile and left. Outside she turned west and set off towards...