On Broadway
Chapter 1
Amber stares, sickened. Wallpaper barely covers the once mustard-colored walls of the apartment. A bed sits in one corner of the room, the matress sunken in, with a green, moth-eaten blanket to cover it. Right across sits a rusting bath-tub, paint chips from the tub sitting underneath. A refrigerator, smelling of rotten bologna, sits next to a stove that misses three out of the four burners. What a great apartment. Her friend had told her about this building, saying that there were some acceptable apartments there for when she ran away. Here she stood, in the worst looking apartment she had ever seen, with only the clothes in her small suitcase and enough money to cover the first month's rent and a few meals.
Chapter 1
Amber stares, sickened. Wallpaper barely covers the once mustard-colored walls of the apartment. A bed sits in one corner of the room, the matress sunken in, with a green, moth-eaten blanket to cover it. Right across sits a rusting bath-tub, paint chips from the tub sitting underneath. A refrigerator, smelling of rotten bologna, sits next to a stove that misses three out of the four burners. What a great apartment. Her friend had told her about this building, saying that there were some acceptable apartments there for when she ran away. Here she stood, in the worst looking apartment she had ever seen, with only the clothes in her small suitcase and enough money to cover the first month's rent and a few meals.