wk: I know I haven't updated regularly as promised, and on top of that, I'm adding this story. --; I'm very sorry. (Sighs) I just couldn't get this story idea out of my head. Actually, when I began typing it, this isn't how I planned to write it. I might change it... --; (Sighs again)

Chapter One
To Whom It May Concern

Do you ever sit around your house, waiting for a life to begin?

If you're a girl, you probably read romance novels, are just sitting around gaining weight on your bed with each piece of chocolate, reading some interesting articles on the computer, magazine, etc. You swoon over old movies, wishing the guy in the television set would pop out and embrace you like his lover. You admire the width of Brad Pitt's shoulders, the… Well, you just admire Brad Pitt… and Will Smith… and Colin Farrell… and… Well, you get the idea, right? Of course, if you're the popular female, you have the body of a Victoria's Secret model and slept around with enough guys to make hotel pillows cry in shame, or you have victimized enough people to make you seem "cool". You plaster enough make-up on your face to make china dolls look real, and you despise pounds on your body. No matter what weight you are, you must say, "I'm fat," or "I'm ugly," or "Does this make me look fat?" Of course, you get the rare girls that are popular because they're nice. Of course, we all know the females in this world are crazy, PMS-driven, insane, homicidal, hormone-driven, writhing mass of nicely permed hair and flesh that fight with words and insults, which most of the times hurt a lot worse. So, in reality, being one of those nice popular girls that are produced once in a millennia doesn't really matter, seeing as you're practically impossible to find.

If you're an unpopular male, you're probably a computer nerd with more zits than stars in the sky. You probably have a large network of other geeks as friends, and you probably all get online to watch porn together. If this is you… Therapy might help. However, if you're the rare, okay looking guy that's shy and can't really seem to get your life started, or you can't get the nerve to ask out the girl of your dreams… Dear Abby might help you. If you're a popular male… There is either a little boy crying out for attention in your track star body with the IQ of that little boy (dumb jocks), or a genuinely nice guy that climbed up the social ladder (I somehow doubt this. You probably slept with so many girls, they put your picture under "STDs" in the dictionary).

You probably go to school everyday, knowing it's going to be a dull experience if your one friend in every class isn't there. Everyone seems to like you well enough, but at the same time, you're at a distance, no matter how hard you try to breach it. You have one best friend, but he/she is in the popular crowd, and barely has time to speak with you, but always manages to do it anyway for your sake. Every time he/she does this, you renew your realization that you don't need anyone else as long as you have your best friend, your fat cat/dog/fish/bird/hamster/guinea pig/snake/siblings, and your family.

Still… Don't you get lonely sometimes? Your best friend has gotten a boy/whoknowswhattheyare/girlfriend, and you're the third wheel whenever you hang out with them. They call each other "Monkey Butt" (Not really), "Sweetiekins" (Only as a joke), "Pumpkin Pie" (Maybe if they got married), or a gargle of noises that don't really make sense to us single people. You've dated before, you've had serious boy/whoknowswhattheyare/girlfriends before, but then in the end… They never amount to what you need. And you start to doubt.

As a desperate female (the kind described above) seeking a desperate male (not the nerds… Please not the nerds!), I ask upon chance and fortune to smile down upon me.

--Kagome

wk: Yay! Okay. Like I said, this isn't how I meant it to turn out. I kinda like the format though, so we'll see if I decide to keep it.