Serena
New York, definitely is something. It wasn’t terrible I just wouldn’t live here. I don't know, I guess I'm a Cali girl, you know? I walked around trying to find the address. I looked up to see a familiar brick building.
"133," I murmured. I opened the door into the building than looked for the right apartment number since they counted down instead of up. Finally, I found it. I slowly knock on the door. I heard footsteps come this way and I took a deep breath.
"Serena?" I heard someone say from the other side.
"Yeah, it's me. Open up," I commanded. The door unlocked then opened. On the other side was my best friend. "What the hell Em?!"
"I missed you too," she laughed and she engulfed me in a tight hug. "Come in." I took my small suitcase and wheeled it inside.
"Tell me," I dem
