A city that is virtually impossible to know. Truely know. You've admired it from afar. You've seen it on tv, and read about it in magazines. Constantly wondering what it's like. What the people are like, the atmosphere, the life styles. What you would be like. Being able to move to the one place everyone in the world knows, become a part of the clique. A part of their life, a part of their culture. Be one of them. It would take so much, your parents would never go for it. They're completely happy and you're completely confined to this crap they have a nerve to call 'home' in the middle of nowhere. Then again you've always wondered what it would be like to "run away"...
So you've done it.
You've taken the plunge.
You've moved to the world's most dangerously indisposed and beautifully disasterous area. To the bustling city that never sleeps. Congratulations.
But the scene isn't what you thought it would be. At all. There are always endless amounts of traffic, people don't sleep, there are crimes every night, food costs more than what your college education would have. All of what you thought was a dream, isn't anymore. You've stepped into reality. This, is your new life. Where everyone has money, you go to the school with the girl who is the daughter of one of the members of the biggest band ever, and you're surrounded by real life models, actors, reporters, the people all of which your parents claimed weren't real people at all. Now you've got to conform, again.
Moving was the easy part. Recreating your personality won't be.
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