New York City - Original Writing

It is 7:30 when we checked in so I went to our room to get settled before dinner. The room Jake and I got was room 1236 on the 13th floor which is the farthest away from the elevator. I knocked on the door to see if Jake was already in the room, but there was no response. So, I used the pink hotel card they gave me and entered to room. As I walked in I noticed there was 2 queen sized beds, a TV, a desk, a small kitchen with a fridge, and a bathroom. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since we left so I decided to go and take a shower as well.

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Hello Sir, are you the owner of this building? May we ask for your permission to let us stay in this building?” Jon Asked.

asked for a room. When one of the woman told Ms. Young that only one bed was needed Ms. Young

“Yeah totally.” I tried to say bravely. Then she nodded her head and lead me into another room. It looked the same as the one we were just in.

So we began our journey to the next town. Three days later we entered the town, and decided to get a place to stay. Between the two of us we had enough money to rent a two bedroom two bath apartment. The apartment was quite spacious and came fully furnished which was perfect because we do not have a lot of free time to spend buying furniture.

We headed up to our room. We were all wondering what it would look like. Once Lisa came to the room and opened it, I thought I was living a dream more like a fairy tale. There was like a small little cottage that had two bunk beds and a regular bed. We walked more forward and there were two queen beds.

As they kept walking in ,there were 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. The whole cabin was

The sounds of the city penetrated the walls of the cab as we drove through the streets of Manhattan. I could hardly wait to partake in the action that was happening outside. The buildings themselves were an amazing site to behold. The buildings took on personalities of their own. Each building was bigger and more graceful than the next. When lights were added to the mix it was a dazzling combination. The city itself felt like a great big hug, and I felt overwhelmed by its power. The city allowed me to become part of it just like many others many years ago who immigrated to this awesome city. As I was looking out of the cab I finally got to see in person the sight of all sights; Times Square. The main juncture of

The man walked up to the door and knocked three times. A women in her late thirty’s opened the door and looked at the man in the eyes “Come in, he’s waiting for you.” She spoke quietly. As he walked in, the lady shuts the door behind him. She took him to a room all the way down the hall. The lady knocked on the door.

“Allison you know how much it costs to get one person in, nevertheless both of us. I’m sorry, we just don’t have enough money. Maybe another day .”

"room 209 will be on the second floor to your right of the elevator. for one night it will cost 165$ please."

It was here that I refocused, as my five other friends and I were handed our own room key and headed upstairs. The room wasn’t special or unique compared to others, but to us, nothing was better.

“Seven sound okay to you? We 're going to the dollar theatre since we 're both broke.”

“knock, knock, knock,” I knocked the door of the beautiful cottage that supposedly belong to the girl’s grandmother. My plan included