#apartmenttask

      Alana sits in the lounge, grateful that no one was around that wanted the TV on. Since the first broadcast, there had been many more little reports about the upcoming tenth anniversary of the Blondie Killer's victims' deaths. She's got her headphones in her ears blaring music from an obscure playlist to distract herself from the anxiety of all this reporter shit. At this point she's even considering dyeing her hair brown because she wants to avoid the reporters that want her comments so badly.

The air was crisp, chilly and colourful as the leaves of autumn trees fell to the ground. As Jaymes strolled to their place of meeting, the sound of crunches under his Converse were something delightful to hear. Autumn was his favourite season, because it was never too hot but not absolutely freezing. Warm mist escaped his lips everytime he let out a breath. His scarf sprawled down his back, flying up and down due to the wind. Grey and musty were words to describe the sky above, though it somehow complimented the orange leaves; making the colour pop even more. The street was busy, full of pedestrians and markets opening to sell their goods. As he went further down the street, Jaymes spotted where him and Callie were to meet. The costume shop.

There are a few things you need to know, and these are the last things I will ever say to you. So read carefully.

One- I'm not coming home. Not that you even want me home in the first place. But know I'm not trying to come back to you. The day you send me away was the best day of my life.

Two- I hate you. I've never hated someone more in my entire life.

Three- It's your loss. It's your loss that you will never have a daughter again. Stop playing victim. I've been getting calls and emails from people from the church telling me how awful I was to you. All I ever did was tell the truth. All I ever wanted was for you to love me. out of all the people to shoot me down and push me away I never thought it would be you.

Four- I know your cancer is back. And I can happily say that I don't care. I don't care about you or what you think of me anymore. I hope you die and rot in which ever hell God is going to put you in. I hope the scars the devil gives you last longer than the ones

Please send me my paper work by return of post. Attached is the bracelet you gave me on my birthday and a check for the 500 pounds I supposedly owe you.

I am not going to sigh this "with love" because you dont deserve it.

                                                                                                                                                                                        -- Blossom.

You,

      Yeah, you. I wonder who you'll be. Maybe I'm just writing this because I'm frustrated and horny, but sometimes I really do wonder who the special person is going to be that opens me up to the world of sex. Virginity is a patriarchal construct and the word kind of pisses me off, but I guess that's what I have to dub myself as until you come around and whisk me off my feet.-- I'm not a romantic in that sense. I figure my first time will be kind of awkward, but I'm counting on you to help with that. If you're a guy, I'm giving you a list that I found once about how to properly do it with a girl, and if you don't think it's the best instruction manual you ever got, I'm not the girl you're going to bed with.

      Anyway, I want us to be able to have fun. Sex is weird, and people make it up to be this amazing thing or this super shitty not-worth-your-effort thing. That's why I'm writing this. I don't want my first time to be shitty, and yeah, I'd like it to feel good and blow my mind, but not in that big-screen love scene type way. You'll either have a dick or a talented tongue and fingers, so use them to your advantage, help me out when it's my turn because I don't want to leave you hanging. I want us to be a learning experience, I want us to have fun learning each others' bodies. Sex doesn't have to be nitty gritty, it just need to be fun, and that's all I'm asking.

      But again, I'm probably just writing this because I'm horny and frustrated.

Sincerely yours, 

Dear Mom and Dad,

     Well... how are you? Good, I hope. The apartment here is great, a lot of people have moved here in the last couple of days. They're all nice. The one's I've met at least. How is Calix doing? You'll have to send me some pictures of him. I bet he's grown tons while I've been gone. College is going well too. The classes are great, I'm in the middle of a project where we have to take pictures of our neighbourhood. I'm not the greatest with photography. And after we do that, we take it back to class and edit it. Something else I'm bad at. Once we're marked, we get to keep and frame it. That's why I want to make it really good, so I can hang it up on my wall. Do you have any plans for Halloween? Calix would be excited, I bet. 

I'll write soon.