A Cold December

Violette's lamentations

Today I will be meeting with the people who decided to get rid of me at the age of one month, great. Apparently my last name is Lester instead of Rosenthal, which is my par- no my adoptive, parents last name. But I hear I have an older brother so, at least I know I don't have to be alone in my age, for some reason I feel as if I already know them, and as if I associate good memories with them, probably from before they gave me up. oh well.I pull out my phone and earbuds, typing in 'AmazingPhil' in the youtube search bar, SCORE! A new video! As I click the video the flight attendant asked me to turn off my iPhone "What a bummer, betch." I mutter angrily at the book my best friend Malin made me pack and glance at the luggage compartment and have to convince my self not to grab my guitar and start a song, knowing it would wake the nice young man next to me. Oh well, I'll just read this stupid mystery book, oh Malin how did you know I would need a book? Oh, yeah probably because she is a travel writer. I guess it's her passion and she only ever Skypes me, so I haven't seen her since christmas.
How did I get in this predicament one might ask? well it started on my 18th birthday, I was having a great time with my friends Matt, Lynsee, Andrew, and Mariana. Malin being a year older she was in college and couldn't come which sucked but, whatever. Anyways, I was havin a grand ol' time and my parents just HAD to give me their gift first, little did past me know I had my future in my hands. It was two words on a small piece of worn paper, familiar from my seventh year of school, from when I was depressed, mute and suicidal. At that party all I wanted was to receive money and clothing, but I got much more, something that would destroy my life up until that moment, a hole had been blown through the essential fiber of my existance in less than four seconds. I had blown up on them, everybody. The only lifeline I had left was Malin. Now after four years of searching in Ireland, I moved to Britain and had found them.My parents. So here I, Violette Marie Rosenthal/Lester sit between a random nice guy and a stinky old man. as I slip in to an unconcious state the nice guy decided to give me a name,

"My name is Phil by the way." he said softly towards me

"And mine is Violette, but you wouldn't care now would you?" I say sarcastically.

"You would get along with my flat-mate." Phil said, more clearly this time

"Really? I'm pretty much rejected by any breathing being an-" I rant only to be interrupted by Phil

"I'm not rejecting you am I?" he said slightly annoyed, he probably got this alot.

"No I guess your not but that makes two." I grumble.

"Two? Who's the other one? A boyfriend?" he questions.

"No! I mean of course not, it's my best friend Malin. She's twenty-four." I say hurriedly

"Oh, ok, I see so you are a orphan or something?" He says innocently.

" Something like that." I remark, not wanting to worry him.
"Oh, ok. I guess I should let you sleep. Goodnight Violette." Phil whispers.

"Goodnight Phil." I asy as I curl into a ball and fall asleep.