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
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
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.
YOU ARE READING
My Urban Love StoryTeen Fiction
Chanel Dixon relocated to Manhattan with her father for college at NYU. Unsure about the future, her whole entire world may be about be flipped upside down, but is she mistaken? Maybe, Maybe not. This nail biting story about a girl just struggling t...