Greetings my lovely readers, you have made it to the half way point of my 3500 word long novel. In case you haven't read the previous chapters and the prewriting, I highly suggest you to do so. For those who already did read those chapters, I welcome you to the 4th chapter: Concrete Jungle.
Please enjoy the journey of our mc travelling through the never sleeping city of skyscrapers and food.
Unlike my regular routine, today was different. No more walls, it was the bewildering view of the forever ending lake and the thin sheet of fog. I stood up, got changed, and went for a short walk to absorb the environment. Although it was only a night, it massively recovered my mental health. I packed up my belongings, hopped back in the car, and drove back to the airport while having some occasional drops to take photos.
Not long before I noticed it, I was driving into the airport and was waiting for departure. The trip here was fun but I cannot forget why I am here; the following chapters will be mine. Ice-cream and cheese were the last things I ate before leaving Iceland. Creamy ice crystals burst open my taste buds and left Iceland with a strong memory in my mind. I was ready for the next destination, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of.
Time instantly passed by as if I were in a novel. I am now flying over the Thames and the airplane was ready to board to the JFK airport. The iconic copper statue came into sight, I was amazed by how gigantic it is. Standing tall and high, its flame reached the sky. The airplane landed shortly after that. Stereotypically, New Yorkers rushed off the plane as if they are in an urgent need of the toilet. It was not a great first impression for me, but I quickly got over it. After getting off the plane, I passed through the usual mundane security process.
“Why are you here in America?” The supervisor asked.
In a calm yet ridiculous tone I answered, “to find a book an excellent one.”
The supervisor stood still with her eyebrows lifted for a moment.
“So, you are saying you came to America just to find a book?” She spoke in a curious tone.
“Umm, yeah, kind of” I mumbled.
She shook her head and stamped my passport.
She then proceeds, “you’re free to go, with that craziness, you will do good in here.”
I was stunned for a couple of seconds before walking to the exit. Unlike the situation before, I was greeted by the sapphire wall along with colossal sized skyscrapers. Many restaurants and shops are in sight. This was the experience I longed for before the journey began. Although my goal here is the book, some fun along the way would not hurt. Starting out the journey, I went to a local pizza shop that crossed my eyes while I was scrolling through Facebook. The name was “Joe’s Pizza” located in Greenwich Village, Manhattan.
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