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The Next Morning....!

Alexandra woke up to the sounds of birds.
As she got up she had a slight pain in her side but didn't think much of it.

She headed to the closet to get ready to head off to the cafe.
Alexandra puts on her sleeveless grey shirt and shorts.

As she heads to her car she attempts to smile.
At least disguise it.

She arrived shortly.
Alexandra saw people watching her every move...

She just walked faster. 
Alexandra enters the cafe and Calum looks up from the register.

Alexandra smiles.
She took her seat.

Calum rushed over to her.

"Hi! Uhhh, I wanted to ask you something..."
Calum said as he sat down all bubbly and cute.

"Yeah of course."
Alexandra replies in happiness.

"Do you wanna go on a date sometime tomorrow? UHHH! It's ok if you don't want to go I understand."
Calum says nervously with a shy tone of voice.

Calum covers his face in embarrassment.

"It's ok Calum, there is no need to be shy. And yes, of course I will go on a date with you."
Alexandra replied laying her hand on top of his.

"Really! I mean uhh cool."
Calum says trying to hide his excitement.

Alexandra giggles.

"When will you be picking me up?"
Alexandra asks.

"Uhhh yeah... About that.. I don't have license..."
Calum says embarrassed.

"That's ok. I will just pick you up."
Alexandra said smiling.

Calum smiles.
He nods in excitement.

Alexandra went home after thinking about everything.
She laid on her waterbed in full on sadness.

• Alexandra's POV •

why the fuck I am I even living?
What's my point?

I had so many mistakes in my life.
The first one was me being born.
I was a total mistake.

There was no way I was even suppose to have a life.
My father is fucking dead and he was my only companion.

What's the point anymore.
Even if I prayed to my father I still wouldn't be able to see him again.
Only in like 60 years from now.

Maybe 1 year when I kill myself.
This is literally a absolute shitty life.
Yes, I might be rich.
Rich and fucking ugly.

I hate this shit.
Why can't I just put a bullet through my head and end it all?

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