New York

My room is a baby blue haven. The theme is raw wood and Blue-Green, unfortunately it's the nursery of my perfect mother's home in New York. I hate New York. It's crowded, busy, and boring. All anyone does here is watch reruns of Punked.
   I miss home. I miss the ranch, the horses, the bubbling of the stream that runs outside our backyard. I don't belong here, but I have to act like I do, for dad. He's out of town and is convinced a 13 year old girl shouldn't be home alone, even if no one knows you exist. This is gonna be the longest month of my life!