Dear god,
It's been a week sense I've started to play for money.
I sit in the subway most days.
I'm not the only one.
Their is another girl who dances.
She is really good.
Today I saw this boy. He had the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen.
He gave me three dollars.
He stopped and listened to me play for a while.
I usually don't make a crowd.
Only one or two people actually stay and listen to my music.
They usually just drop money in the plastic cup I sit in front of me, and walk away.
I like it when people actually listen.
I've made $13.56 today.
That's more than usual. I normally only make 5 or 6 dollars a day.
That's all I need to live off.
Love,
Bree

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The Diary of Bree Thomas.
Storie breviWhen Bree runs away from her abusive father. All she has left is hope. That is until she mets Taylor.