December 15, 1997
Yesterday, I thought it had just been one of the neighbours. But today, I knew it couldn't be one of them. I doubt any of them knew my size.
I had woken up early and dressed, planning to go to the lobby to retrieve my mail and a new pack of cigarettes. However, my plans were delayed by the small package by my door, wrapped in holiday paper and accented with another candy cane. I picked it up with curiousity filling me. I unwrapped it a found two double-knit sweaters; one black, the other emerald green. Both were my size.
Author's Note: Bah, I know these suck so far. But they'll get better. I think. I'm not used to writing only 100 words in a story. It's harder than you think, people. -cries-