It was cold, merciless night. A gust of cold shivering wind slapped my cold pale face. I was all alone on a street. I was 2 blocks away from my tiny apartment. My dog Lassie, was waiting for me at the gate. She was a border collie, who was given to me on my 13th birthday. I don't live with my parents anymore because they were on the soil already deteriorating in the earth. They died from a car accident. It was th drunk truck drivers fault. I was 18 years old when they died. Every single night of my life I cry for their loss. I have only wished to be with them at that time but they told me to stay at home. My parents riches were given to me. I used my fathers money to pay my college fee. I live in Islington, England. I arrived home and fixed my mess and prepared for bed. Until my doorbell ringed. It was the mailman. He gave me a package and a letter. It was from my admirer. He was so annoying that he would not leave me. I don't know why he likes me. I'm not like the other girls who flirt with boys. I maybe sweet but if you mess with me, I will literally kill you unless there is a rational reason. I once had a best friend, but she died in a fire. I don't understand why the people I love and like die. I was alone at school. There were lots of bullies but they don't pick on me because I once put a bully down and bit his neck. He's actually bigger than me. They never want the same thing to happen to them. My life is miserable. I live a lonely life. Here starts the story of my life...
