Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 1- Paige.

A lot of people think I'm a slob and have no life. I wear baggy pants and a big t-shirt. I don't wear any make up because frankly I don't even like it. It just doesn't feel natural. I have really dark wavy hair that I always wear up with my bangs to the side. I have got a seven year old brother named Matthew and my mother who is a nurse. My dad is a social worker/guidance counselor for schools. I like to help with things so I always help my parents around the house when I have time. I help in charities too, getting stuff I don't need or want and give it to the poor. Like my old teddy bears and such. I go to a school called 'Vixen High" in which was named after Melody Vixen. A woman who devoted her life to higher education. Who was an honorary student all her life so they were so impressed they named a school after her.

My mom just came into possession of an old doll I had in my closet underneath some clothes and chucked it at me. I'm sitting on the couch downstairs reading a book called 'Distance doesn't matter'.

"What do I do with this mom?" I ask her. "Should I take it over to Miss Callaway for the sick kids charity for the children who barely have anything?"

My mom smiled at me warmly.

"Do whatever you want. I'm sure the kids will appreciate that." she replies.

I walk over to the kitchen and kneel on the ground to open up a cupboard underneath the sink and grab a plastic bag and shove the doll in it.

"I should try and find more stuff that we don't use anymore." I say.

My mother walks over to me, cups her hand under my chin and smiles, and kisses my forehead.

"I love you. You don't know how much this will mean to all those sick kids who don't have many people to reply on or don't have any toys to play with. Just know that you have an amazing heart"

I smile and hug my mom.

"Thank you" I reply.

I go back to the couch and find my book faced down and pick it up and close it. I take it to my room then get an old black wooly sweater and put it on to go outside. I go back downstairs to where I left the bag and noticed a few more toys in there and picked up one. It's a toy panda I used to cuddle with when I was just 10 years old. Of course, there is no sense of having a stuffed panda when I'm 16 and in high school.

"Paige, I think you should just go tomorrow" my mom said, worried. "It's already getting dark"

I respect how worried she is because I myself would be worried if anything were to happen to my child when I was older but I will be fine. Nothing at all to worry about. I smiled.

"No, it's alright, I'll be fast" I say.

I walk up to my mom and kiss her on the cheek and walk out the door with the bag of toys to take to the sick kids charity.