Prologue
Christina looked out of their car window, watching the trees and houses go by. 'Well, this is better than the plains and cows a few hours ago.' But she groaned none the less, making her mother sigh in the drivers seat.
"Chrissy.honey, I know you think this is unfair. But with your father gone, we couldn't afford to live in that house with just my income."
"I understand that, mother. But why couldn't you find a job that pays more back in Louisiana.why do we have to travel all the way to New York City? Why couldn't we stay with Me Me? We would have least stayed with family."
"First off, they offered me a job there and no where else. Second, she doesn't have room for all three of us." Ann, Christina's mother, looked back at her youngest daughter, Lynn, curled up in the backseat. She was only 13 years old but took the move easier than her 17-year old sister.
"We wouldn't have to stay their long. I'll be going to college soon so I won't be home." Christina would try anything to get her mother to turn back.
"Christina Marie White. I told my reasons all back in Louisiana. It is too late to change my mind. Please drop it and try to look forward at living our life in New York. You always said you wanted to go there."
"Uh, yeah.as a vacation, not live there!" Christina slouched down in her seat and turned away, knowing that it was no use. By tomorrow, they will be in their new home in NYC. Christina thought back on the time before all this happened.
She was a junior in high school, third ranked in her class. She had a boyfriend, but they broke up in fear that a long distance will never work. She really didn't care about him as much as she thought she did. Besides, she didn't think it would be too hard to find a new boyfriend. She had pretty dirty blonde hair with natural red highlights, long, down to the small of her back. She had big greenish blue eyes and a heart shaped face. She had an almost perfect figure, except she found her legs a little too skinny. She used to care a lot about her appearance, until that tragic day, six months ago.
It was a rainy day. Christina and her father, James, were on their way home from the mall. The road was slick with ran and the oils from cars. Her father made a bad turn and it ended them up in the ditch and ended his life. Christina had injured her head and came out with only a few stitches and a concussion. The real pain was in her heart.
Maybe her mother was right. Maybe starting over would be good for her. She always fancied NYC from a far, hoping to go there one day. She needed to get away from the pain and the memories. Besides, living in New York wouldn't be too bad, will it?
Christina looked out of their car window, watching the trees and houses go by. 'Well, this is better than the plains and cows a few hours ago.' But she groaned none the less, making her mother sigh in the drivers seat.
"Chrissy.honey, I know you think this is unfair. But with your father gone, we couldn't afford to live in that house with just my income."
"I understand that, mother. But why couldn't you find a job that pays more back in Louisiana.why do we have to travel all the way to New York City? Why couldn't we stay with Me Me? We would have least stayed with family."
"First off, they offered me a job there and no where else. Second, she doesn't have room for all three of us." Ann, Christina's mother, looked back at her youngest daughter, Lynn, curled up in the backseat. She was only 13 years old but took the move easier than her 17-year old sister.
"We wouldn't have to stay their long. I'll be going to college soon so I won't be home." Christina would try anything to get her mother to turn back.
"Christina Marie White. I told my reasons all back in Louisiana. It is too late to change my mind. Please drop it and try to look forward at living our life in New York. You always said you wanted to go there."
"Uh, yeah.as a vacation, not live there!" Christina slouched down in her seat and turned away, knowing that it was no use. By tomorrow, they will be in their new home in NYC. Christina thought back on the time before all this happened.
She was a junior in high school, third ranked in her class. She had a boyfriend, but they broke up in fear that a long distance will never work. She really didn't care about him as much as she thought she did. Besides, she didn't think it would be too hard to find a new boyfriend. She had pretty dirty blonde hair with natural red highlights, long, down to the small of her back. She had big greenish blue eyes and a heart shaped face. She had an almost perfect figure, except she found her legs a little too skinny. She used to care a lot about her appearance, until that tragic day, six months ago.
It was a rainy day. Christina and her father, James, were on their way home from the mall. The road was slick with ran and the oils from cars. Her father made a bad turn and it ended them up in the ditch and ended his life. Christina had injured her head and came out with only a few stitches and a concussion. The real pain was in her heart.
Maybe her mother was right. Maybe starting over would be good for her. She always fancied NYC from a far, hoping to go there one day. She needed to get away from the pain and the memories. Besides, living in New York wouldn't be too bad, will it?