Dear who finds me,

You would think any girl of my age of 15 would want a normal life, not me. I want exitment, mystery, and a boyfriend who drives a Volkswagen and reads comic books. But that's not what I got, I have the same day repeating over and over in my head, every nook and crany in my room I know about, and I don't have a single person gauging their eyes out for me. its really annoying to be unwanted. But what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm just 5'5, 101 lbs, black hair, blue eyes, asian-ish bitch; Lili Brown In the most generic town ever, Bronxville, NY.

Bye,

Lili"

The ink on the crappy note book paper wasn't drying fast enough.

"dammit" I muttered. No, the paper wasn't tear stained and written with blood. And yes, it is a suicide note. I'm giving up. I don't hate myself, I just hate life. The nuce made out of one of dads old ties was itching my neck and I was getting impatent. Sounds of R.E.M. clouded my room, I always said that was the last thing I wanted to hear before I snuffed it. "adios" i stepped off the bed.

~plink~

an email? I was just about to kill myself and you send me an email, very mature mom. Luckily I saved myself with my left big toe, or I wouldn't have been a Lili anymore. Lightly shifting the nuce off my neck, I realized it was another forward message. It plainly stated.

"FORWARD TO 150 PEOPLE IN 5 MIN, AND KICK ASS WILL VISIT YOU TONITE!!!! TOTALLY TRUE"

pff, yea right… whos kick ass? I typed it in the google bar, holy shit. 500,000,000,000 hits. Pretty much some guy dressed up as a super hero kicking ass, literally. Shit, that's pretty fucking cool. Woah, it was posted a month ago. Atleast I missed the hype. Hype is the bain of my existence, the venom to my spider man, the yoko to my beatles, and the Level 80 gnome to my Thunderbluff.

At that second, I had an epiphany. Everything was clear. I grabbed my bucket list and flipped it over. There was one uncrossed, "be a super hero".

I still have one thing before I kick it.