The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 1: Nights in New York

Written on: 23rd February 2021
Published on: 28th April 2021

Rewritten: 13th December 2022

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New York. The epitome of everything
spectacular. From an outsiders glance how could you desire anything other than to feel alive in such a way? I am a fucking outsider and fuck me for moving here. Perhaps I shouldn't have listened to the scholars who warned me to follow my dreams.
Where are they now?
Clearly not helping me to deal with the consequences of following my dreams.

Sometimes I wish I didn't listen to quotes that were only made for the ears of those that are capable of living them out.
Those being gods perfection and clearly not people living an utterly aimless life.

You can guess which one I was.
No, I was not academically superior. I barely held onto my sanity throughout school. What did they expect from me? Was I supposed to enjoy it?
Fuck no.

However throughout those years of torture and torment, two things stuck with me. Violence and Arguing. Brutally debating with my superiors. Conversations that would present my perfectly intellectual profanity and would lead to me almost getting expelled.
It was thrilling if I must say so myself.

The teachers didn't think so but what did they know?
Fucking authority.

Maybe that's how I ended up here. For some odd reason, my very undisciplined mouth landed me on a plane...with a job.

I know surprising right, Tallia has a job.
That's right, suck it 6th grade teacher who told me I was worthless.

I'm pretty sure it's verbal abuse to call your students worthless.
I probably had it coming, I remember calling her a whore a few times myself.

I guess in some ways I am following my dream, I had left my home in Montreal and was on my way to start a brand new life in New York having just landed a job in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country.
Though you wouldn't guess it by the name 'Aerilyn prodigies'. Seriously? The lack of taste is astonishing.

Being a lawyer was never a dream of mine but living in New York had always been my biggest desire. Sure, besides the beauty I was aware of it's true nature however it's authenticity always drew me in.
There's was something about NYC that always stuck with me.

I guess you can call this fate yet realistically I obtained the job by calling their line until a restraining order was almost filed against me. I then proceeded to send them emails on how embarrassing it would be to miss the opportunity to work with me.
I'm fucking amazing.

My plane came to a swift landing, well that's how it played out in my head. Realistically, I almost chocked on my water as we slid onto the bumpy ground.
Luckily most of the water from my bottle landed on the six year old sitting next to me.
Then the little demon started crying. It was honestly karma, she spent the whole flight terribly describing the power puff girls to me.
It was the universe's way of telling her to 'shut the fuck up' and I just went with it.

As soon as I stepped off the plane, the air hit me violently in the face, it was warm and humid contrasting with the cold, deathlike atmosphere I was already aquatinted with.
I momentarily took it all in, I wasn't jet lagged but I was most certainly exhausted.
A flight surrounded by people sums that up.

It took a while to get my luggage sorted out, I also got chased by airport security.
But maybe that was because I accidentally stepped on a child.

It was an accident.
I promise.