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Xyle

"Hello! Anyone home" shouted the delivery man.

"Hello" he resonated again.

The door was open and not a single trace of life in the house.

"Excuse me! Anyone? Ma'am, sir? Anyone?"

The delivery man was slightly pissed when he saw a ray of light.

"Screek....screek.....screek......" Sounded somewhere in the house and he finally saw an image. "Excuse me! Excuse me! " he resonated.

He felt his pressure rise when the image disappeared and nobody responded. He had enough for today and so he turned to leave when a voice that was hardly audible said,
"Excuse me!"

He turned to see a young girl at her sweet sixteen with half-moon shaped eyes with French cut that covered her forehead completely, brown hair that tangled till her back, yellow skinned, with a slight blush on her cheek and a mole on her right chin.

She wore a chocolate brown camouflage tee with white pyjamas. She seemed to have been sleeping as she was in quite a shapy state.

"Yes!?" The delivery man replied.
"Your parcel is here miss" he stammered, "it was long that I stood here. Thought nobody was home so I decided to leave. So you alone?"

"How much is the bill?"

"Uhh.....yes? Oh! The bill! It cost £7 for the product and £1.5 for delivery. Total of £8.5 miss."

She went in without even an "oh!" And after some seconds came out with a mini purse with floral print which seemed so outdated.
She handed over the money to the man, took the parcel from him and shut the door at him without even a "thank you"

The man thought to himself "she's young, but her mind isn't" still standing and staring at the door and assumed she had a bad life.

The man turned and went to where his bike stood. He turned back again at the door and he felt a slight sympathy for the girl. He started his bike and left with a slight sadness in his face thinking about how the girl wasted her youth. Miss Xyle Corms namely. Her eyes were expressionless with no motive. Miss Xyle had a bad life.

Xyle was home alone. Like always. She had been alone since her childhood. Not physically. She had friends but they were just so called. She had family but she was hardly understood. She had long back accepted her fate to be Alone.

She opened the package and found the Amazon.com tag. She stared at it and thought who really named it. She found it beautiful. She opened the box and stooped a little and took out a book. A novel propaply. "Fault in our stars" by "John Green"

She caressed the novel, fingers running through it. She loved it.
She crumbled the cover sheet and threw it into the waste bin. Flung the box on top of her wardrobe.
Kept her book on the table. And left the room.

Her dad was a government servant. Hardly home. Her mom a business woman. Came home for bed. Her younger brother had a shit brain. Double to triple tuitions. She in 10th standard had to stay home and study for boards. It was the ides of September and the weather in Manhattan was pleasant. She went to the front porch and sat staring at the sky. This was all she had to do. Her life cycle was done for good. She really did had a bad life.