Hey peps I'm SO sorry about the wait but I had to study and take for exams for the past week. Yay tomorrow I gots a half day then I'm all done with school, for three months at least, woo hoo sophomore baby. OK on with the story which is dedicated to OrangePunk who is my star reviewer. OK on with the story.

I walked into the town and looked around. Some people where taking down some decorations for the last festival. I heard some mumbled whispers around me. I know they were talking about me because I heard them say 'depressed girl' and 'Wow look who finally came out of the house. I rolled my eyes and walked into the place that
Maria (I do believe that's that the maids names was if not oh well) always got the good coffee from. A guy came up to me. It was 80 degrees out and he was wearing a flannel long sleeve shirt. Just another person in this place that needs to be in that nut house. "What do you want?" he asked me in a monotonic way with his note pad ready. "Coffee" I said. He looked up at me and stared. "Do I know you?" he asked. I shook my head, he shrugged his shoulder and went to get my coffee. He put it on the counter and I gave him money. As I walked out I heard him yell at someone who was apparently late for work. "If your late one more time your our of here Je..." I closed the door and walked on.
I walked to the book store. It was smaller than the one in New York I usually go to every weekend, but the damned thing had to shutdown for lack of business, Someone came up behind he and started looking at Hemingway books. I walked to the other side of the store looking for something a little more entertaining.
An hour later I had bought six books. The other person left about five minutes before I did. attempted to carry them all home when I ran into someone. He had floppy brown hair was tall, when I say tall I mean Big Friendly Giant tall. (Who else here thinks hat was real random?) The books fell out of my hands and we bent to pick them up. I got a look at his face, he has the sexiest thing I ever scene outside of TV. "I'm Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." He said while picking up my book. "It's OK" i say quietly. "Do you want help carrying these?" He asked. I almost wanted to refuse but by the time I thought of an excuse as to why not he was already walking toward my house. Weird I never knew people around here knew where I lived

A/N: OK people this has to be the longest chapter yet. Do anyone think this chapter is written better, because I didn't write this part out on paper yet. OK I'll try to post another one tomorrow if I cant get my lazy ass to do it.Strt