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Starfish and Coffee >1<

Hey guys, Blood on the Dance Floor will be posted later cuz I 
cant rly think at the moment. Well this is a new idea I hadd (: 
Hope yu lyke. :D Btw this storie is half true(Sadly MJ part isnt 
true)

Odd
Weird
Creepy
Freaky
Strange
Bizarre
Abnormal
"Different"
 
I have one question.

Whats wrong with me?

Why does everyone stare at me?

Am I that different?

WHATS WRONG WITH ME?

No one talks to me.
No one notices me.
No one likes me.
No one loves me.
No one.

Hi, my names Xenia, Xenia Matthews. I'm 24, its 1986. I 
live in California. I live alone in a one bedroom apartment, I 
spend every weekend in there. Usually cutting myself or thinking 
of how shitty my life is. On weekdays i'm at work, Imma 
babysitter. I know some people love kids but every kid I watch 
hates me. I know kids don't hate and there really pure and stuff 
but every one I come in contact with hates me. It makes me cry 
sometimes, seeing the words "I hate you" come out of those sweet 
little mouths. I bet your wondering why the hell I got this job. 
Well I didn't go to college and I didn't wanna work fast food 
because thats really nasty and I'm a vegetarian.  I didn't go to 
college because my parents also hated me. They use to tell me 
every day "Your just the result of our mistake." I knew they 
never wanted me to succeed. They sent me to a horrible school, my 
dad tryed killing me, they kicked me outta the house when I was 
in 9 grade. I lived on the streets for 3 years. A person from a 
homeless shelter picked me up and took me back there. Even the 
people there treated me like shit. I got a job and eventually and 
got this apartment. I quit that job and got this job. Well, thats 
my lil history.

Its Saturday night and it's about 11pm. Im getting my coat and 
about to walk out the door. I like taking walks at night. It 
calms me, but even though its calm and beautiful at night i cant 
tell you how many times ive tried to kill my self out here. Im 
walking around theres not many people out at this hour. The 
people who are are either at a club or in a car. Wait..theres one 
guy out here walking. He must be a creeper. He was walking in the 
opposite way of me. He kinda walked a lil faster. Before I knew 
it he was about 3 feet away from me.

Creeper: Please be my friend.
Me: Umm...
 He had a hoodie on and sunglasses.
Creeper: Please.

This guy was just like me. Looking for someone to just love me. I 
dont know why people hate me. Its a mystery to me. But this guy 
seems like he just wants a friend. Doesnt matter who.

Me: I'd love to be. Whats your name?
Creeper: Mike.
Me: Nice. Im Xenia.
Mike: Umm...Can I give you a hug?
Me: Yeah. -hugs him-
Mike: Your the first real friend I've ever had.
Me: -pulls away- Does everyone hate you to?
Mike: Oh hell no. Everyone loves me.
Me: Ohh..Lucky guy.
Mike: No, trust me, you would never want my life.
Me: I bet its better than being hated for your whole life.

A tear fell from my eye.

Mike: What?
Me: Nothing.
Mike: Why do people hate you?
Me: I dont know. Can you please not talk about it? -my voice was 
shaky-
Mike: Dont cry. -he wiped my tears-
Me: -crying- Please dont touch me.
Mike: Im sorry.
Me: Im gonna go home.
Mike: Is it close to here.
Me: -nods-
Mike: Okay. Be safe. Heres my number. -hands it tome- Can I have 
yours? -he got out a pen-
Me: 769-9264
Mike: Thanks.

I kinda ran home. I didnt wanna talk to anyone about my damn 
problems. I get enough of that. It makes me cry. Im a very 
sensitive person. I cry alot. When I went home I went upstairs 
and I flopped down on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

~Sunday~10:40~

*Ring Ring*

I picked up the phone.

Me: What?
Mike: Xenia?
Me: Oh hey.
Mike: Did I call at the wrong time?
Me: No Im just tired. I tend to wake up early because of my 
insomnia.
Mike: You have that too?
Me: Sadly.
Mike: So umm..Would you like to go out to lunch. Like a piknic.
Me: Oh sure.
Mike: Okay meat me at the end of the street in about an hour. 
Wear something cute.
Me: -i giggled- Okay.

I went upstairs to find something to wear that wasnt black. Well 
that didnt wear. Well I'll just have to make do with what I have.

I chose these shorts:
 http://media.photobucket.com/image/black%20short%20shorts/fashio
nunder100/shorts-2.jpg

This shirt:
http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/oa/oakley-ladies-
oakley-chevron-stripe-tank-top-001-black.jpg

These shoes:
http://www.mycolorfashion.com/wp-
content/uploads/2009/12/01/Balenciaga-Suede-Thigh-High-Boots2.jpg

This Hat:
http://images03.olx.com/ui/3/94/54/61569054_1-Knit-Slouchy-Tam-
Beret-Cap-Hat-Wool-hand-Knitted-Pink-Black-482-.jpg (The stripes 
arr black and grey.)

I wore some white tights with all that. I like wearing alot of 
stuff. Usually I wear stuff that covers my entire legs. I'm kinda 
uncomfortable with showin my body.

Well, it's about 11:30. Im sorta nervous, cuz its my first 'date' 
and I think he mite actually care about me.

TBC..(:♥

Okai guys imma tell you wht part of dis storie is true.
 
That list of words at the begining was the words I get called at 
least once a week. Im not 24, Im 12. I do spend alotta timein my 
bedroom locked away from people. I do cry alot. I have thought 
about killing myself. I do walk around my neighborhood to calm 
myself. I am a vegitarian except fur fish. Fish is tuuuuu yummii. 
:P , I do have insomnia, I find it very hard to sleep at night. I 
always wear jeans and stuff to cover my legs.

Umm yeah, i gotta sad liffe ):
:/ :/ :/ :/

And if yur wunderin bout da title, its a Prince song. Its about 
the weirdgirl in his pre-k class who eats Starfish and Coffee

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