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
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Bree Thomas.
Short StoryWhen Bree runs away from her abusive father. All she has left is hope. That is until she mets Taylor.
