Before dawn

Chapter 2: Connected

With katty around I felt less boredom and felt a less lonely. The house too was less of quit , most of the times Katty came for a sleepover.

I'm pretty sure she always wondered why I'm always alone with no guardian around. Well I have some so called "parents" who left me here alone, they are not dead though they pretend I am. They are hardly home and they don't even call to check on me, sometimes I just wish I was left like other kids or maybe dropped at an orphanage or something.

But with katty around the world seemed less different, less lonely. I would sometimes look at the sky and just make imaginations of myself where I had a happy family like katty's, less than mine.

Sometimes I sit around ask my self "will I ever find a lover of my own or will I be lonely forever".

As I am not a social person , I think maybe I'm different from other teenagers but somehow I do wanna go out side but even when I'm outside I get irritated fast much to same "my social batteries switch off really fast".

KATTY'S POV:

I stared at the pages in front of me, my purple hair falling around my face like a curtain. Writing was my escape, my sanctuary. But today, the words wouldn't come.

Just as I was about to give up, a girl with striking green eyes and long, dark hair approached me. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice soft.

I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Not at all. I'm Katty."

We introduced ourselves, and I learned her name was Jessie. She was a writer too, and our conversation flowed effortlessly.

Jessie's passion for writing ignited mine, and soon we were lost in discussion. I shared my struggles - balancing creativity with criticism, self-doubt, and pressure to conform.

Jessie listened intently, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "You're not alone," she said, her words resonating deep within me.

In that moment, I found a kindred spirit, a friend who got me. We exchanged numbers, and Jessie suggested we start a writing group.

Our weekly meetings became my highlight Jessie's feedback on my work was invaluable, and I loved watching her stories unfold.

As we wrote together, I realized Jessie's strength lay not just in her writing but in her resilience. Her parents disappearance has made me ask myself a lot of questions but I'm afraid to ask her so I'll wait for her to feel safe around me and let her vent herself out to me.

So story of my life. I live in a world filled with laughter, love, and chaos. My family's tiny house bursts with energy, thanks to my three rambunctious siblings. Mom and Dad work hard to make ends meet, but our dinner table overflows with warmth.

As a social introvert, I cherish quiet moments, escaping into books and writing. My room's my sanctuary, where imagination knows no bounds.

Growing up, we didn't have much, but love was never scarce. Mom's homemade meals and Dad's silly jokes made every day special. My siblings - Emma, Max, and Lily - drive me crazy, but I'd do anything for them.

I learned to prioritize what truly matters: family, kindness, and creativity. My parents instilled empathy and compassion, encouraging me to see the world from different perspectives.

School's a different story. I struggle to connect with classmates, preferring observations over conversations. But when I write, my voice finds its place.

That's why meeting Jessie was serendipity. Her stories resonated deeply, and I knew I'd found a kindred spirit and I'm so grateful for her.

"How are you liking my book so far ??"