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 It's been a week since I mailed the letter. So what ever. The Irish Lad came back every day. I hand him his cup of tea and he buts a twenty on the counter. I hand him his change back and bury my head in my Spanish book. 

        "Biblioteca." I mumble to myself. "Biblioteca." I let the word roll off my tongue slightly. "Biblioteca." 

        "Why are you say library? " The Irish lad startles me. My pencil flies out of my hand and all the way across the cafe. "Sorry, love. I just wanted to know your name." 

        "Reanne." I answer. "And I'm studying for my Spanish test in a week. I also take French." I say flashing him a rare smile.

        "Say Library in french then." He says raising an eyebrow. That's so cute. 

        "Bibliothèque." I say with a smile. "I've never been asked to speak these other langues before. You were the first one I've ever done that too." I say showing my ugly smile. God i hate my face. 

        Then the least expected happened. A wrinkly-pale-worn-out woman with green eyes and brown hair comes in. I guess all those days at the office finally got to her. I remember a younger and joyful version of her when i needed her. But it all stop when i was seven. Been lonely ever since. 

        "Reanne this came for you in the mail. I know you're going to be at school so i decided to brig it. Oh Lilian and Mary are coming home next week with surprises. " She comes behind the counter and shoves something in my bag. "See you dear." and just as quick as she came out she was out. I only sighed and smiled at the Irish lad in front of me. 

        "So was that your mum." I only nod. "She looks nothing like you." I shake my head and chuckle sort of. I hate my laugh and my personality. "Anyway. See you around Reanne. Oh I'm Niall." I smile and he leave. My mind replays his name over and over not wanting to forget it. Niall. It sounds so beautiful; just like his eyes. I love those eyes. 

        My replacement comes in and i quickly untie my apron. I exit and run down the streets passed the Irish lad and into the collage a couple blocks away from my job. I quickly head to photography. My favorite class, I won't lie. I pull out the pictures from last nights assignment  We had to take pictures of beautiful things. 

        I took a picture of the Irish lad drinking coffee and reading a magazine, at a comer booth by the window. I took a picture of my stream and the tress around it just starting to blossom. It's so beautiful. I took a picture of bird and animals. I made sure to get the London Eye. I've always loved that. 

        "Alright class please pass your pictures up to the front after you have stabled and written your name on them." It's sad how a collage professor has to remind me to put my name on m paper. I'm supposed to be a grown woman. Which we all know i should be by now. I do as told and pass them to the red head in front of me. She passes them up. The kid behind me passes up three different stacks, As the class goes by i look around the room. There were five rows of 7 seats in each row. The floor was a weird white speckled tile. The walls were painted a light tan and the chalk board was ful of things. Like what our homework was. 

        I look at the clock reading five minutes til class is over. My mind is reeling about what Mom just had to put in my bag. I wanted to look but i was in class. M foot was bouncing and my mind was spinning. I still had Math and social studies. I could read it on my way there. No Math is right next door and social studies is across the hall. Dammit-oh snap i used the bad french. 

        "Ok class dismissed." the teacher yells as the bell rings.M back pack jams over my shoulders.I run next door and quickly sit in the front row of the third row. Every class room is the same basically. Once this class and social studies it done; I wait at the bus stop. My body needing sleep. Soon the big red bus pulls up. Then it stops at my stop. 

        I swiftly jump off and walk down the street home.  The dim street lights making a reflected yellow light off the sidewalk making a path for me. The cool breeze blowing my hair over my face. My attention turns to the surface under my feet; tiny hidden knifes waiting for the monster walking upon them to fall. Tearing the thin paper protecting the monsters insides and things.

        My ears perk up as a group of screaming boys fill the sidewalk behind me.I just shuffle my feet faster down the sidewalk. The footsteps got closer but I just kept walking faster. I felt a warm glob send a spiraling pain down my back then the surface of knifes scratching my thin paper. I wince as i feel the knife penetrating my skin. I try to sit up but notice the glob is on top of me. A boy; a blond one too.The face of the Irish lad looks up at me and then his lips form a sort of sorry smile.

        "I'm sorry,love. If Louis wouldn't have pushed me..." He looks at the four laughing lads standing there looking at us. Then the Irish lad seems to notice h e's still on top of a very uncomfortable girl. I was only uncomfortable because i have never been touched in such a manor. My Parents say it's a good thing but i wish sometime I had."Hey! um...sorry. Here." He gets up and helps me up."Do you life around here?" 

        "up the street a little. I'm fine. Um....Bye." I then scurry off toward the green house.I open the door to hear chit chat. The annoying high pitch laughs of my preppy big sisters fill my ears. I mentally groan a loud and annoyed groan. Why today do they have to torture me? I just want to sleep.

        "Reanne should be home by now." Zachary, my older brother mumbles as he walks toward me. I panic and dart up the stairs next to the door. My legs move for me into my bedroom. I fall on the bed and stare at the white  ceiling.

        My walls were pink and green neon zebra print. My covers are black completely black. They cover my full size bed. I have a desk to the right of my bed. My laptop and school work. My closet to the left. I't's not that big of a bed room but i don't mind. When I'm alone I'm usually only sleeping in here.

        A knock on my door sends me jumping. I quickly recover and look around. If you're wondering why any and everything scares me is because half the time i'm so numb i can't even remember how to spell the word A. My older brother who looks much like my mother-scary huh?-  , but younger and shorter hair holds up my back pack. 

        "A blonde Irish Lad dropped it off." He mutters shooting e a glare. "How could you not tell me you were in a relationship." He says playfully mad. 

        "I'm having a baby too." I say sarcastically. "Get real Zach." I say. He rolls his eyes with a sigh and sets my bag down. "Go away now. I need some sleep." I lay my head down and close my eyes. I feel drowsy and i begin growing numb.

        "OK, but Mom wants to know,; Did you read your mail yet?" My eyes shoot open and i spring up from me bed.

        "Bring me that bag idiot.?" I snap. He smirks and tosses the bag of to me; before he left me alone. I almost about  rip it open and grab the note. It's written in a sort of messy cursive. Telling me it was either a boy or a girl who was in a hurry to write this. 

        Dear Me, -that made me smile-

                Thank you for the letter. I have to say I was expecting something else like a fan made letter but who cares. Your letter was really surprising. I really want to get to know you better. It that OK? You seem so brave to just send a random letter, to a random person. You got some balls. -that made me chuckle- Hey how about we play a weird version of twenty questions. I'll write twenty questions down and you answer them in another letter and then we flip jobs. Well tell me what you think love?

Love, Someone. 

        I get up and dig through my closet. I find an unused shoe box and wrote in a big black marker 'Letters'