Chapter Two- Maria DiGrasso
You will never see anything as extravagant as a Saturday night in New York City. Well, at least according to Maria DiGrasso it was. Maria Carmen DiGrasso was an only child who lived in a modern New York apartment east of Third Street. She had been living with her Aunt since her parents died when she was ten. Dazzling, bold tinted lights and boisterous streets were definitely her thing. Maria was a sophisticated girl who at sixteen was already the founder of the Parent-Children Association, and head of Kids under Stress. The Parent-Children Association helped to further improve children's relationships with their parents, while the K.U.S worked to help students who felt they needed to vent and let go of responsibility. Maria was a short, curvy girl who always commanded attention. Whether it is with her looks or personality.
Today was a Saturday and Maria was were you would normally find her any other Saturday, the mall. Maria had a flare for fashion, as could be show by her bold, confident attire. On this day, she could be seen sporting a tight pink halter with a pair of super low-rise hip-huggers. She wore white high-heeled sandals, and had ten candy striped bangles clanging on her thin wrist. Her lengthy flaxen hair flowed and moved in perfect accord. It was lightly ruffled with the occasional wave and her blue eyes reflected her confidence in their icy depths.
Five large auburn bags could be seen in her hands, the fruits of yet another shopping binge. She was only five minutes away from her and her aunt's apartment. Maria pressed and made her way through many a mob, her heels clanking continuously on the roadway. They sidewalk on her block had just been redone and then many bumps and cracks had been ironed out with great precision. She ferreted out her key from her enormous purse and thrust it into the door. It was eighty-nine degrees out and she was in dire need of an iced latte. Maria opened the door to her residence and made her way past mountains of garments. The apartment was a contemporary, small niche, but it would do for two people. There were only six rooms in the entire vicinity. When you opened the door and took a few steps to the right you were in the kitchen. The kitchen had many wide windows with which to look out upon others who were walking the streets. The sheer curtains that fell loosely around ties to hold them back were dyed a soothing purple. The white counters, cabinets, and floor were meticulously clean at all times. A small onyx table stood in a corner beneath another window. With it were two black chairs that creaked against the floor when being pulled out for use.
The next room on the left was a small bathroom. It was peach in color and had miniature shells occupying the glass shelves beyond the sink. The sink was black with silver handles and a faucet; the room also had a large shower, with shelves to put shampoo and other things on, in it. An oval shaped mirror hung on wall adjacent to the sink. Peach shag rugs lay on the white tiles in the room.
If you came in through the right there was a small cupboard under some stairs, you would take the stairs up and to the right to enter Maria's room. She headed strait for it. The day had been long and her queen- sized bed was more comfort than she would need. Maria opened the door to her room, which had been painted a deep red color with white linens and drapery. Setting her sack down by the foot of her bed, she quickly peeled off her shoes and socks and walked to the other side of the narrow room. Maria was not one to be a loner but sometimes looking at the people below her helped ease stress. She pulled back the white flowered curtains to reveal gold rays of light bathing the entire room. With that complete she sat down at her laptop, she loved communicating with pen pals. It was one of her hobbies. A blue flashing box popped up in her face indicating that she had mail. When Maria opened it, she found it to be from a friend she met in a martial arts class, Anna Lee Baker...............................
You will never see anything as extravagant as a Saturday night in New York City. Well, at least according to Maria DiGrasso it was. Maria Carmen DiGrasso was an only child who lived in a modern New York apartment east of Third Street. She had been living with her Aunt since her parents died when she was ten. Dazzling, bold tinted lights and boisterous streets were definitely her thing. Maria was a sophisticated girl who at sixteen was already the founder of the Parent-Children Association, and head of Kids under Stress. The Parent-Children Association helped to further improve children's relationships with their parents, while the K.U.S worked to help students who felt they needed to vent and let go of responsibility. Maria was a short, curvy girl who always commanded attention. Whether it is with her looks or personality.
Today was a Saturday and Maria was were you would normally find her any other Saturday, the mall. Maria had a flare for fashion, as could be show by her bold, confident attire. On this day, she could be seen sporting a tight pink halter with a pair of super low-rise hip-huggers. She wore white high-heeled sandals, and had ten candy striped bangles clanging on her thin wrist. Her lengthy flaxen hair flowed and moved in perfect accord. It was lightly ruffled with the occasional wave and her blue eyes reflected her confidence in their icy depths.
Five large auburn bags could be seen in her hands, the fruits of yet another shopping binge. She was only five minutes away from her and her aunt's apartment. Maria pressed and made her way through many a mob, her heels clanking continuously on the roadway. They sidewalk on her block had just been redone and then many bumps and cracks had been ironed out with great precision. She ferreted out her key from her enormous purse and thrust it into the door. It was eighty-nine degrees out and she was in dire need of an iced latte. Maria opened the door to her residence and made her way past mountains of garments. The apartment was a contemporary, small niche, but it would do for two people. There were only six rooms in the entire vicinity. When you opened the door and took a few steps to the right you were in the kitchen. The kitchen had many wide windows with which to look out upon others who were walking the streets. The sheer curtains that fell loosely around ties to hold them back were dyed a soothing purple. The white counters, cabinets, and floor were meticulously clean at all times. A small onyx table stood in a corner beneath another window. With it were two black chairs that creaked against the floor when being pulled out for use.
The next room on the left was a small bathroom. It was peach in color and had miniature shells occupying the glass shelves beyond the sink. The sink was black with silver handles and a faucet; the room also had a large shower, with shelves to put shampoo and other things on, in it. An oval shaped mirror hung on wall adjacent to the sink. Peach shag rugs lay on the white tiles in the room.
If you came in through the right there was a small cupboard under some stairs, you would take the stairs up and to the right to enter Maria's room. She headed strait for it. The day had been long and her queen- sized bed was more comfort than she would need. Maria opened the door to her room, which had been painted a deep red color with white linens and drapery. Setting her sack down by the foot of her bed, she quickly peeled off her shoes and socks and walked to the other side of the narrow room. Maria was not one to be a loner but sometimes looking at the people below her helped ease stress. She pulled back the white flowered curtains to reveal gold rays of light bathing the entire room. With that complete she sat down at her laptop, she loved communicating with pen pals. It was one of her hobbies. A blue flashing box popped up in her face indicating that she had mail. When Maria opened it, she found it to be from a friend she met in a martial arts class, Anna Lee Baker...............................