Chapter 12

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Dec 11, xx10

Dear Laxus,

It's finally reached my birthday! I hope you remembered, because I would love to receive a birthday letter! Though, I may not actually get it because today, I'm going to ask I can finally come home as a birthday gift. I'm trying so hard not to get my hopes up, but it's so hard not to!

Sadly, I don't think any of the guys remembered it's my birthday, because it ten a.m., and no one has wished me a happy birthday. Wow, that sounded really bratty of me, I didn't mean it as I'm mad, it's just, kind of depressing to know people don't care enough to remember something important to you.

Anyway, no depressing thoughts today, I'm fifteen! No longer a scrawny fourteen year old, now I'm an independent fifteen year old. Wow, more depressing thoughts. Stop it, Mira, this is a happy day. A happy day. If it's a happy day, then why can't I stop crying?

I've been waiting for this day forever, I don't know why, fifteen isn't that big of a deal now that I've actually aged, but I thought it would be this big thing. But now I'm a dope for getting so excited for nothing to happen. I'm living my life in a closet, in a crack house, I'm not aloud to do anything. Josh, Jeffery, and Miles basically hate me, so I don't know why they are keeping me around. When ever they talk down to me, I start to believe it more and more and I just want it all to stop.

You know what would be ever better than a letter from you? If you would come get me, pick me up from this hell hole.

Sincerely,

Mira

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