This is my first attempt at a story. Its the first chapter. I would you guys to tell if it was great enough so I could improve.
It was raining. Hard. But I guess that is to be expected I was in New York, its one of the most rainiest places in the US. Maybe it was an omen you know how they say rain is a sign of bad luck? Well, I was here to meet a father I’ve never known. Perhaps this was a sign he wouldn’t want me. No, I would give it a chance. If he didn’t want to know me then at least I could say I tried. I wanted him to give it a try, I’ve lived all my 18 years on earth without a father. I think its time I had one.
Beep beep!
My thoughts were interrupted by the honking noise of a car. I was so not used to New York. In Italy people hardly ever drove. We had small cobblestone pathways but hardly any roads. I was just going to have to get used to it I guess…if my father wanted me.
I countinued my journey through New York and finally found the diner I’d be staying at. It was a cute little diner. It looked like a place you’d see in a small country town. It was a tannish color with white rimmed windows and a red door. It was located right in between two large skyscrapers. It looked so out of place, kinda like me.
I gathered my courage and walked in side the bell alerting everyone of my presence. I was greeted by a small asian woman with short spiky pink and orange hair wearing an apron.
“Hello, I’m Kim and I’ll be your waitress.” Kim said with a faint Korean accent.
“Oh, thank you. But I’m actually here for Rhonda. I’m supposed to be staying here, I called in advance.” I said smiling.
“Oh, Rhonda. OK, I’ll tell her your here than.” She said returning my smile with one of her own.
While I was waiting I decided to get familiar with my new surroundings but while I was turning around I ran in to a man. What a klutz huh? I know, it sucks!
“I’m SO sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. You see I’m a very clumsy person. My equilibrium is totally off. I was looking for something to cure it actually and well I tried yoga but I could never get back out of the positions I was in so…” I trailed off realizing I had said all of the without taking a breath or letting him speak.
“I’m sorry. I ramble a lot, as you can see.” I said smiling sheepishly.
He laughed. “I think its endearing. And its OK, I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” He said smiling a lopsided smile.
My breath caught in my throat. All the while I was rambling I hardly noticed how beautiful he was. He stood at 6’3 at least a foot over me. He had dark brown hair that came to the bottom of his earlobes and gorgeous green eyes. Simply breathtaking.
“Hello?” He said waving a hand in front of my face.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” I said embarrassing myself once more.
“Do you always say that?” He asked smiling.
“Do what?” I asked confused.
“Say sorry every time you do something.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I said without realizing I’d said it again.
He just laughed. I however was a red as a beet.
“I don’t say that all the time actually. I don’t know whats wrong with me.” I said laughing.
“I’m Devin by the way.” He said holding his hand out for mine.
“Angelina but my friends call me Angel.” I said shaking his hand.
“Well, I can definitely agree with them.” He said still holding my hand within his.
“Huh?” I ask confused.
“I can see why they call you Angel. Now, I’ve never seen an angel before but if I had to guess it would be you.” He said caressing my hand with his thumb.
“Well, aren’t you quite the little sweet talker.” I said pulling my hand from his.
He frowned. “No, I’m just being honest. So I take it your not from around here.” He said putting his hands in the leather jacket pockets.
“No, I’m originally from Venice, Italy. I came here to find my father.” I said running a hand through my long black hair.
“Wow, Venice? That is awesome. What is your father’s name Angel? I might know of him.” He said smiling once more.
“James Harrison.” I said as a matter of fact.
His eyes got real big and he looked really shocked. I panicked wondering if he was OK but he quickly recovered.
“Your James’ daughter?” He sputtered.
“Yes, you know of him?” I asked hopefully.
“Uh, yeah. We work together. Well, I work for him but… Wow, I didn’t know James had a daughter.” He said amazed.
“Well, I would hope not considering he doesn’t know of me either.” I said looking to my boot covered feet.
He looked like he didn’t know what to say so I began talking.
“Can you take me to him? My mother only told me of what city he lives not an address. She said she didn’t want me getting hurt but I don’t see how that is relevant.” I said sticking my chin out.
“Well, they are things you don’t know about him. I’ll take you to him. When do you wanna go?” He asked his playfulness was gone now replace with a dutiful expression.
“As soon as I get settled in my r
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