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      I breath out hot air turning it to a white puffy could in front of me. I could feel the bitter cold wind eating my warmth through my clothes. No the weather it wouldn't change this horrible black eye everyone was looking at me for. I'm not going to cover it up.I hate this life and all i want to do is end it so badly. maybe i just need a drive to keep me here. But i doubt i'll get one. 

        I looked up right as a piece of paper sucked my face into it's lines. I tore it off with one swift movement. I went over to the trash can but some thing compelled me to look at the red worn-crumbled-up piece of paper in my hand. I flipped it to face me and saw a couple of numbers and letters; an address!

        Maybe just maybe...no it's stupid. No one would ever reply to you. I mean with your luck it could be a raccoon that only speaks Italian. What if  it's a real person and they actually might be helpful to me. I mean I could never get my hopes up but it's worth a shot. 

         I folded up the paper and placed it in my pocket. No one with ever care what I do because my parents were never around. Always on business and my brothers and sisters were all out of the house. They never really cared about the youngest girl. I was always alone in the world. No one ever seemed to ask; so it stayed with me. 

       my phone buzzed in my pocket. I decided not to answer it because it was probably Mom or Dad calling to tell me they'll be away longer or they're coming home for a couple days.They never stay for more than a day or two. I'm always lonely and life sucks because of it. 

        I walked into the cafe i work at. I grab my card and clock in. I tie my apron on. The symbol on my apron is a tea cup with cafe written a crossed it, nothing special really. This job was the best i could get with working and starting collage.

        The bell dings making me look at the door. A blonde boy in baggy black jeans, silver high tops,  a grey hoodie, and a white t-shirt. his head was bobbing to whatever music he had playing on his Ipod in his jean pocket. He had a rectangular jaw line. His nose fitting perfectly on his lightly tanned skin. He walked up to the counter and his icy-blue eyes smiling as he smiles showing his braces. 

        "Can I have Latte." He asks in a beautiful Irish accent. He makes my heart flutter when he talks. It would never happened mostly because I'm as ugly as possible and he's amazingly beautiful. He waves his hand and snaps in my face breaking me out of my trance. "Can I get that Latte. I have to get home soon."

        "Sorry." I say. I always hated my annoying voice it made me want to cry. I turn around and make his drink. I hand him the coffee cup filled with the steaming liquid. "Have a nice day." I say with a smile. God I hate my smile. 

        "Thanks." The boy walks toward the with a bounce in his step. My phone buzzes again. he turns around and looks at me. "You gonna get that?" He chuckles out. I shake my head as he shakes his head and exits. 

        The rest of the day is a drag. I just lean on the counter; my elbows planted on the granite while my head rests on my fist. My face buried in my Spanish text book. I recite the words while taking orders and doing my job. When i finish my Spanish it was time for math and I hated it but i was good at it. 

        The bell rang, making my tear my eyes off my studies to the blonde boy walking the same way as before. He walks up with the bounce in his step and smiles. 

        "I'm back." He says in a sing-song tone. I chuckle and look at him with my grey-blue eyes. "Can you just get me whatever is on this list please?" I nod and turn around. The bell rings again."Hey mate." The Irish boy in front of me says. I tear my eyes off of my work and look up. The boy has a a buzz-light-year style brown hair, square features and a little chub on his cheeks. He has on a pair of a pair of blue baggy jeans, a red plaid button up with a white under shirt, and white high tops.

        He had his arm around a tanned woman. She had brown puffy-crimped hair and brown eyes. She was beautiful more than I could ever be. 

        I felt a scorching hot liquid pierce the skin on my hand making me yelp and drop the coffee in my hand. The three customers turn their attention to me. I have one hand holding the burnt hand. 

        "I hate this job." I grumble to myself. "Sorry.I'm just going to finish this and clean this up" I say loud enough for them to hear.I make their order and hand it to them before grabbing the mop. I clean the mess and then clean the cafe before i could go home. I untied my apron and hung it up. When I put my books away my replacement came in. She was a blonde girl, much prettier than I'll ever be, tall and thin. I think her name was Hannah. 

        I pull out my phone; Mom sent me twelve different texts and called twice. I looked at the text. Great she'll be home for a day then she'll leave. Leaving me alone to rot in loneliness. 

        My hand was throbbing and it was red. I wanted to cry; from everything. My parents, siblings, this job, or just life in general. It's the worst life you could have. I'd rather be being abused, because at least my parents would be paying attention to me. Yeah people have it worse but actually loneliness is like the monster eating away from the inside out. 

        I walked through the front door of my mansion and walked into the kitchen. I put frozen peas on my hand. 

        "Reanne, is that you?" Mom calls from the family room. I sit down at the Island and crack open my math book. "What are you doing, dear?" She asks sitting on the bar stool next to me. 

        "Math." I says quietly. Mom leans behind me and picks something up. 

        "What's this, Dear?" She asks opening the red note. I snatch it away quickly and fold it up.I goes straight back into my pocket where it stays. When i finish my math i find and envelope and a sheet of paper. Time start this letter.

        Dear Someone. 

                       I don't know you. You don't know me. Yeah yeah yeah. Any way. I'm just really lonely. I understand if you don't reply. I mean some strange girl sending you a letter about how horrible her life is. whatever. I guess i'll maybe hear from you later. 

                                                                                                                                         Sincerely me. 

        I stuck the note in the envelope and fill out he address, /i set it in the mailbox. I fall asleep in my nice warm comfortable bed not expecting to get the message i did.