This Weekend came much too fast, and sooner than I expected, My father was knocking on my bedroom door, telling me through the wood to get dressed. I didn't know what to expect from the day, how it would unfold or what situation I would find myself in. I had actually never been to the gasoline station my father spoke about, more often than not, he put gas in the car while I was at school, so the situation never presented itself.

I'd met Bill, at my parents dinner parties that I was forced to attend, and he often spoke about his nephew, Kit was older than me, that much I knew, but everything else that may have been mentioned was pretty much a blur, I never did pay much attention and usually kept to myself. Those parties were always more torturous than enjoyable.

With a loud groan, I slipped out from under my warm sheets, shivering as the cold of the morning hit me full on, the heaters never did work very good and winter was starting to slowly creep in upon Boston. I didn't know what to feel, but excitement wasn't exactly on my list. I still felt as if I was getting forced, Once again by my parents, to do something I didn't want to do. They didn't ask me, they didn't really discuss the option with me before the decision had been made. And once I was spoken with about the career choice they'd made, there wasn't much I could do to say no.

I shimmied over to the full-length mirror that stood in my bedroom and took in my appearance. My hair was limp, but still had the shiny honey tone that made it resemble something pretty, my eyes, though, the hazel that had once danced when I was little, looked dull, and the circles that had started off as a light purple were quickly getting darker as the days passed. I knew why they were there, I barely slept anymore, I could get maybe one or two hours of sleep a night if I was at all lucky. More than once, I'd have to leave school early, making some excuse of illness, just to get home and collapse into my bed.

It was a surprise that I hadn't actually ever fainted in school, but I had to be glad for that, It would have only caused more ridicule. Finally, I turned away from the mirror, unable to look at myself for much longer. I was starting to look hollow, gaunt and it was frightening to see, especially since I didn't know what to do to stop it, and a part of me didn't even want too.

Dressing quickly, I ran a brush through my hair and then slipped on my black oxford shoes, they were almost completely worn out, but it was how I liked them best, comfortable and practical. Plus, the fact that they where currently the bane of my mother's existence made me love them all the more.

About an hour later, after an incredibly silent and awkward breakfast my father and I found ourselves in an equally as silent and awkward car ride. There was actually a moment of relief and excitement when he pointed out the station a bit off in the distance, as it offered escape and release from the prison of the car.

"You're going to have a great day, Kit is a nice young man, and I'm certain he'll make you comfortable and teach you everything you need to know."

I just nodded, wrapping my sweater tighter around my body as he pulled up to the front of the station. I couldn't see anyone inside, but the windows were iced, so that wasn't much of a shock. I waited for a moment, staring at the building as a strange flutter formed in my stomach. Was I nervous? Since when? I never got nervous, It wasn't really an emotion I'd experienced, Not since I was really small at least.

My father cleared his throat and I glanced at him, with a small smile, he gestured for me to get moving and It was at that moment that I realized I was on my own. Nodding, I slid out of the car and shut the door. The door of the station was only a few feet away, But it felt like an eternity as I made my way over, I felt my legs moving, but the handle didn't get any closer. My hands shook, but that was more from the cold and as I stepped inside, I couldn't help but smile at the warmth that greeted me, nothing like the frigid cold from home.

That's when I saw him, He hadn't noticed me quite yet, probably thinking that the chime was just announcing another customer, But he stood there, speaking to an elderly woman who was smiling like she was fifteen again. I rolled my eyes and stared, taking in the whole interaction. Her hands kept fluttering to her heart, every time the man who I assumed was Kit, smiled. He was tall, taller than me at least, with dark chestnut brown hair, styled nicely into something modern but not overdone, obviously he didn't like to fuss, something I could sympathize with.

His eyes were dark, the darkest brown I'd ever seen. They looked bottomless from where I stood But held a certain warmth that seemed to radiate out. I don't know how long I stood by the door, But finally, he looked up, staring at me for a split second too long before he smiled. Maybe he was wondering what I was doing just standing there, why there was a strange, skinny girl just staring at him. Leaning in, He said something softly to the elderly woman and she laughed or more giggled, and then sauntered off, glancing over at me as she left the station.

"Hello, 'Ya must be Violet."