Dying

Kyle

Dear Lex,

I saw this beautiful guy walking in a distance. He had his back facing me and he had a black bennie on with a red hoddie and jeans with vans and headphones. He was listening to music while i listening to the sound of leafs crunching from our feet. I waited to cross the street and saw him going the same way. I saw his face for a split second. He had his brown hair inside his bennie and his brown eyes in a pair of red and black glasses. He stood so close to me i could hear him breathing. I stood there like a slob. My blonde hair was in a white bennie with a black sweater and leggings with a white tee shirt and boots. I was going to pick up my younger brother Harry and sister Harper in 3rd grade. He looked up again a second before we walked across the street. "Could you help me?" I heard a soft quiet voice say as i stopped and turned around. His name was Kyle. He said he need help finding a street so i walked with him. I told him my name was Kylie, we laughed about our names as we walked. He had one of those beautiful smiles you only find on truly beautiful people. Lex he is the only other person i have talked to since my dad left and my mom died besides Harry and Harper. When we finally got to kyle's street i gave him my number and he gave me his. I really hope i will see him again.

Love, Kylie