Chapter 4, Nico going home

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On the other side of Manhattan Nico di Angelo was walking home too. The leaves around him crunched when his malnourished figure stepped on it. If you were to see him walking in a rich Neighbourhood, you would think he was some homeless dude that's hunting for food and well, half of that was true.

Besides that, that fact that he lived in one of theses homes was something else. And the homeless part, was kind of true.

Having his bony pale hand griping on one of the straps of his old black backpack he lets his eyes roll down to the sidewalk keeping an eye on his worn out black shoes making it possible for him to keep on going. His memory's went back to an clueless child and his sister helping their mother make his favorite treat, homemade apple pie.

But as the memory's went farther and farther down he shrived at it, seeing a drop of water on the pavement not from rain. It reminds him that when he sees his house, he won't see them, he won't try to see him, no one cared about what happens to him.

Stoping at the sight of his house he turns around and heads to the front door. The giant mansion was made out of wood colored stone. The hole structure kind of resembled one of those banks with the columns and everything. Turning the key to the door the door swings open reveling a stellar sight. The floors reflected the warm light lighting up the large front room. They were two wings going leading to who knows where and a chandelier made of crystals in the middle of the set.

If you looked at it long enough though, the warmth would be replaced with cold of loneliness and you might see smiles were owned, then worn almost like the made them than dropped their smile on the floor when they were done. As Nico can see, his farther wasn't there, when was he ever?

Making his way upstairs on the right he when straight past the kitchen and to his dad's office. Nico's dad only came home at nights so Nico thought made his dad could pay for his meal of the day, McDonald's. Snatching a 20 dollar bill of his dad's black desk he made his way out of the dark, big room and down the stair and out of the house walking back on the street.

After purchasing a happy meal he found his way the the cemetery. The grass was yellow and brown as if it could reflect the feels of Nico right now. If you'd seen some one stop at two graves besides each other I think you would know why. He laye down one of his chicken nuggets for each gave and with the phrase "cheers" he started the eat his happy meal.    

This was Nico's home, not in a big comfy house with a dad that can't even noice until it's to late, but outside. Under a dumpster or in the cemetery, was what Nico called home because his can see people who are happy and with a loving family.

Sleeping with fresh air was the best part and on the weekends he'd wonder around New York and the other island that was around it slipping through the gates and riding a boat feeling wind run through the air like his mother used to . . .

It's been so long, he wondered what a family feels like before drifting to sleep on the two graves, wishing the people buried were here.

This was his home.

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