Dear Nobody

I know no one is reading this, I know nobody cares. I know I mean nothing to nobody, but I still want to tell my story, so I say, dear nobody my name is Molly Webster and this is what I have to tell. But I wonder, where do I start? I think a good place to start would be my childhood, but I want to talk about what happened just now first, and since nobody cares I'm going to. It is the last Friday of the summer break with only a weekend left until school starts again and I have to go there for my second year. This friday started off like always, I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. When I entered the kitchen I saw mom, already eating her cereal, but she didn't look up at me when I came in. I graped a bowl of my own and sat down at the other end of the table, as if we were strangers sitting at a bardisk and eating our breakfast quickly. I'm always desperate to get out of the house in the mornings because I can't stand being in the house when she is there but refuses to pay attention to me. So after packing a lunch and a pack of cigarettes, I went for a walk, the one I have been walking the whole summer. I start by walking in our neighbourhood past the normal american houses with gardens full of playing kids and tanig adults and groups of teens. I walked past a house I can see from my window and saw the teen girl who lives there. Her name is Esther and we go to the same school but I don't think she knows that. She was hugging her parents goodbye, and from what I heard they would be gone for the weekend, since she was one of the popular girls that meant she was having a party. I continued down her street and walked out of our neighbourhood towards the shopping streets of our town. We have one of everything but not really any choices, everyone goes to the same hairdresser and dentist and buys their clothes at the same places, although there are a few to choose from. I walked past the local café to see a familiar face. It is Kristin. She is the closest thing to a friend I ever had. Back in middle school we were part of the same friend group and she is one of the few people who I've ever talked to without being forced to, but when high school started she bleached her hair and changed her crowd, became the "it" girl known as Kriss. I haven't said a word to her since then and I would be surprised if she even remembers my name. Then I saw a tall blond jock walking towards her, they kissed and he sat down at her table. That was her boyfriend Jimmy, who she had been dating for a few months now. I stopped outside the cafe, as if I was reading the menu but I was really listening in on their convertiation. They talked about normal things like music and films, not personal stuff or anything like that which I found odd. I don't know anything about relationships but I dont think this was love. I guess they are mostly dating because they are the "perfect" couple, with him being the captain of the football team and her being the lead cheerleader. "Can I help you?" My observations were interrupted by a cafe employee. I shook my head and continued my walk. I don't like walking on the streets I reached next; it is the ones where criminals and drug dealers hang out. But it felt like an important part of my round, maybe because I don't feel so alone in a crowd where I'm not the only lonely one. I walked passed the corner where Leah was sitting. She dresses in mini skirts and crop tops, with heavy makeup and cheap jewelry. You can probably guess what she does for a living, which is why I call her Leah even though I don't think that's her name, but it makes her more innocent in a weird way. She gave me a weak smile just like always and I remembered what I packed for her this morning. I opened my bag and gave her the pack of cigarettes. "Thanks kid!" she said and sat down on the sidewalk, I sat next to her and started unpacking the two sandwiches i brought. She lit a cigarette and started smoking it, at this point she had stopped offering me one. We had lunch together without saying much, there was just no need, she knew i didn't talk and if she did it was because she needed to vent about her clients or the lack of them which was fine by me. I really enjoyed being with her, even in silence, because for a moment I'm not alone. I would stay all day if it wasn't for her clients. When one of them came I would simply stand up and leave; just like today. As I walked down the last street in the rough area I saw another student from my school, Nathan Overwood. He was walking from the alley I always see him walking from with his hands in the pockets of the black hoodie he was using to hide his red hair. He comes from a wealthy family and has all the money in the world to spend in dark alleys, as long as he stays well enough to inherit his dad's company. His hands were shaking and as he was pulling them out of his pockets a small bag of white powder fell out. He quickly picked it up and walked away with fast steps. He must have really needed that powder. You probably feel bad for the two of them but to be honest I don't, at least not in the same way as most people, more like you would feel if it was your friend or family, like the good in them outwards their actions. But I also relate to them, like we are in the same help group, though I don't think they feel like that about me.