My Urban Love Story

Chapter 1 :

The name? Chanel Dixon. The age?

17 years young.

I grew up in a very miniature town

on the outskirts of New York City. I

lived with my mother and three

younger brothers (My father didn't

live with us). I was blissfully happy

in my small town life, but as I've

being told, nothing good lasts

forever.

Today is a new day, filled with

changes. I'm not sure yet, whether

it's a good change or a bad change,

I guess I'll find that out. You see,

I'm moving down to the city with

my father. I don't really have my

heart set on leaving everything I

know behind, but my Mom says I

need something new in my life,

and Mother knows best after all, so

I don't really have much of a

choice but to go.

As soon as the clock hit noon, the

thing I had being dreading for the

past few weeks happened. The

doorbell rang, announcing my

father. The only good thing about

this move as far as I could see was

that in a few weeks I would be

starting Med school in one of the

most prestige Colleges in the whole

country, New York University.

I hurried downstairs to let my Dad

in. He greeted me with a tight hug

and a hello that let me know he

missed me very much. My bags

where already packed, and my

Mom didn't really want to see my

Dad so there was nothing for us to

stay for. My Dad carried my bags

out to the car. I and my Dad don't

really have the best relationship in

the world, but he was my Father

and I loved him regardless. On the

other hand, My Mom and I had the

closest relationship, we've always

being close and we will always be

close. This was why this move was

breaking my heart, but I have to be

positive, who knows what the

future holds right?

Six hours after my see you later -NOT goodbye- to the people I loved

the most, I finally arrived at my

Dad's luxurious Manhattan

apartment. My Dad, being who he

his, already had my room painted

and renovated exactly how I

wanted it. That didn't however,

excuse the fact that it was

obviously strictly a bachelor pad

and that I was to be living for a

while with someone who I had a

very distant but awkward

relationship with.

I silently trudged up the stairs to be

alone, so I could sort out my

thoughts and unpack. I didn't

bother awing at the room, my Dad

needed to realise he couldn't buy

my love, I loved him anyways.

Plus, I wouldn't be staying long.

After unpacking and avoiding the

fact that I wouldn't see my Mum

and Brothers for a few months, I

ran a warm bubble bath. I didn't

really want to speak to my Dad or

even watch TV, so I just went to

bed early, wondering what was to

come in these next few days.

Despite my earlier hesitation, I had

to admit I was excited for the

tomorrows to come.