Song: Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison
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I pedal across the sidewalks on my way to the small apartment I call home. The dark sky had began to lighten, giving hint that the sun, in just a few hours, would begin to rise. The early morning breeze that drifted through the air was chilling. I finally make it to my street and glide into my driveway, the bottoms of my shoes slightly scraping against the pavement. I slide off the seat before unhooking the grocery bags from my basket.

I think back to Tyler, the way his lips curved into a smile and I feel my cheeks turn red. I wonder if he'll ever actually call my number. I think to myself before smiling, probably not.

With my hands full and my keys hanging from my mouth, I struggle to carry the groceries up the porch steps.

I climb the first few cement steps before placing some of the bags down and leaning on the porch rail for support. Mustering up some of the last bit of strength I had left, I pick up my bags and run up the stairs before dropping them in front of the teal blue door.

My hands slightly shake as I take the keys out of my mouth and start to unlock the door.

One thing that I often struggled with ever since I was young was my low blood sugar. When I was younger, sometimes I would go a whole day without eating because I was too busy playing outside in the trees. By the time I would come back inside, my vision would be blurry, my hands would be shaky, and sometimes I would faint.

I huff out a sigh as I realize that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday, and even then, it was just crackers and cheese.

Before I can think anymore about it, I notice a scrawny black tabby cat lying lazily on my welcome mat.

"Hello," I say to the cat, his yellow eyes looking up at me as he meows a small hello. I place my keys down and sit next to his splayed out figure, rubbing his ears soothingly.

The small cat had caught my attention a few weeks back when I saw him prancing around the street, his tail swaying behind him. He had barely missed being hit by the fast cars that were continually rushing by. He was a fearless little thing, for he had even ripped up flowers from Mrs. Green's yard. The angry old lady had chased after him with a broom, shouting profanities and screaming, but the small cat merely pranced away.

My fingers rub across his surprisingly soft fur, glancing at my driveway and sighing when I realize that my Mom's white mini-van was missing.

"She's not home, yet is she?" The cat meows affectionately before rubbing his head against my leg.

"Cat," I ask while looking down at his matted fur, "are you hungry?" Looking over his splayed out frame, I notice how skinny and unhealthy he seems.

"I just so happen to have some cat food," I begin. "and you see, I don't have a cat," I say, continuing to talk to the cute little guy. The Cat looks up at me with a questioning stare.

"It's a long story." I breathe.

Without thinking, I grab one of the plastic shopping bags and take out one of the cans of cat food, peeling open the tin lid and sliding the canister over to the cat. He sniffs the food suspiciously before hungrily eating away with a soft meow.

"Well, enjoy your slimy meat; you have no idea what I went through to get that for you," I say before dusting myself off and heading inside.

"Goodbye, Cat." I coo before I shut the door softly behind me and walk to the small kitchen.

I place the groceries on the counter before grabbing my latest book, 'Jane Eyre' and a fuzzy blanket. I pull my headphones out from my backpack and quickly put my Van Morrison cassette into my walkman.

My stomach suddenly growls, and I look down at my shaking hands, remembering that I needed to eat a bit of sugar. I reach over to the small coffee table and pull open a drawer, taking out a fruit roll-up from my stash of candy that I keep.

I try to still my shaking hands enough to open the wrapper before I quickly take a bite. I look around the apartment at the bills scattered across the table before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, willing myself to forget about the money issues that seemed to never go away. Instead, I listen to my music, words that seem to make everything alright.

Things would get better. They had to.

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An:

Hello!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I came back because I realized that after telling y'all not to be silent readers, I was being a silent Author!
I am such a hypocrite. I am so so sorry.
So I decided to tell y'all a bit about myself, well, here I go!
My favorite colors are tangerine and green, my favorite food is Chinese, I love to Ski (It's the only sport I'm actually good at), my dream is to one day be an illustrator or an art teacher and my favorite animal is the sea otter.

Oh, also I'm single-so like-if you know a guy who's like Solo level cute. Then what are you even doing? help your girl out!

Just kidding.

I'm not kidding.

Okay! (Nervous chuckle) Let's get back to what matters!

I'm horribly alone and depressed.

Wait...That's not what...

my crush only thinks of me as a frien-

Well, that's enough!! See y'all later...Don't forget to comment or vote!