He was a rather fine looking man, with hazel eyes, and thick brown hair. His skin was not deeply tanned, but rather ‘sun kissed’ for lack of bette... word. I had just undressed and brushed out my tangled mess of brown hair, when the knocking rang out through the night. I had lit the candle in my room, and sat at the small desk, where Barrette’s desk used to sit. My feet were bare, and my eyes heavy as they longed for sleep. My senses tingled though as fear pricked my mind at the sound. The. . She messaged in a way saying that she was in love with and all I thought it’s my friends who are making fun of me but when I came to know that it was her number I got really shocked. Then I too texted back as her boyfriend and days were passing like that meanwhile our chatting got into a higher level slowly and on one-night aunt called me to her home at night saying that she wants to talk with me. I asked the time she said to come by 12 in the night I was shocked about the time. I made an. "I took dance and ballet for twenty years, ever since first grade. If I give private lessons, I can make fifty an hour, and that's insanely good money for us artsy types." That may be true, but aren't you your own boss? I am tethered to my desk all the time. They give me a pager and a cell phone, and you wouldn't believe how often those go off. I haven't had a forty-hour week in months." Poor baby. I bet you don't live in a studio the size of a coat closet, or eat Ramen Noodles four times a. I've empty boxes in the closet in my room, go in and get a many as you need. Clothes in one, games in the other you get the idea. Just leave clothes for tomorrow out, we will move to Kate's tomorrow evening". I got up and went into my room. I couldn't believe this was happening. I instantly went on Facebook and went onto Ally's page. There were no new status updates. I had guessed there would be a few about what was happening but I was wrong. I turned off my iPad and sat on my bed, looking.