Dear Reader,

The end of my first college semester is at hand. Thanks to my very smart College Composition 1 teacher I now have a lot of mini-fanfics from random movies. Descriptions. Dialogue. POV. xsighx. Oh well. This one is a POV assignment from the movie "Things You Can Tell Just By Looking At Her". A really weird movie made up of several small stories. The one we watched was called "A Man For Rose". Rose is a single mother with a teenage son who works as a teacher and writes children's books. One day a new neighbor moves into a house across the street. His name is Albert and he's a dwarf. (as in a small person, not Gimli). The assignment was to pick a character and write a POV on a scene. I picked Albert because he's fun. And the scene is when they're sitting in Rose's car and she's taking him home from the supermarket…

I do not own "Things You Can Tell Just By Looking At Her." Wish I owned Albert though, he's cute…

To my friends… I am finishing your Christmas presents as fast as I can. Even if my brain melts and my hands fall off…

Stay safe
Stay healthy
Sincerely,

Starr

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I'm a rather simple guy, I like to think. I mean, running away from home to join the circus because of some girl?

Hey, I learned my lesson… The third time around. So when my mother died, what was I gonna do? Leave that pretty little house I was born and raised in? Hell no!

It was just the way I remembered it. Right down to that rusty sink in the connecting garden shed. I think the only things that have changed in the neighborhood is the people.

That supermarket up town upgraded too. Of course it has been twenty years since I've been here. So it all seems new. The house across the street from mine? That garage wasn't there the last time I looked and it's got a new paint job too. A new family lives there as well. A school teacher/children's book writer wannabe. She's pretty pretty. I only got a glimpse of her this morning as I was moving in. I also saw her again at the supermarket.

Then, wonder or wonders, she's offering my a ride. She's a nervous little thing.

I wonder if I'm coming on too hard?