To show my love to Chicago, I made a small excerpt of a story. If you guys comment, rate, and enjoy it, I will continue, but I won't write so much because I'm already writting a story.
Moving here is a pain. I never wanted to move here. I want to still be back home on the farm, in Tenesseee. I wish I wasn't in Chicago. I never liked large cities. They polute our enviorment, causes may crimes, and I'm just not used to it. My friends say I'm lucky to move to a large city, but I was just thinking of the opposite.
"Welcome to the windy city." I mumbled to myself.
My name is Lilian. Lilian White to be percise. I embrace nature and I'm not enjoying staying here. The reason why we're here because my mother, Martha Williams, argued with my father, David White, to get a better job, as so we ended up here. I'm an only child. Thank God for that. I'm 14 years old.
I stepped out of the car, and saw where we're staying.... a townhouse nearby where my dad's new job is. My new school will be a little far away. I will need to use the subway to get there on my own. Like that will be fun. I'll have to around smelly, grouchy people...
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