Neicy sat down on my bed, toying with the tassles on my pillow. “So why are you randomly listening to Rascal Flatts?”
I laughed, “I already told you. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate country, but it’s all my family listens to, so I might as well learn to love it.”
Neicy snorted, “That’s ridiculous, can’t they just learn to love the screamo?”
I hit the pause button on my ipod and looked at her like she was some kind of martian.”You’re kidding right? My dad is like a hundred and ten. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks hon.”
She started to say something sarcastic but the doorbell cut her off.
I looked down at my way too big tee shirt and reached up to feel my stringy hair. “Oh I look perfect to be greeting people.” I sighed and skipped down the stairs to the front door. I pulled my hair back quickly and opened the door. No one was there. I rolled my eyes stupid kids.
I started to close the door when I saw a little envelope.
I opened it and read the letter.
Looking back on it, I wish I hadnt.

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