Many of you are probably wondering, "Why the hell is Cold Toenails starting a new story again when she knows she doesn't have the time to be working on three or four stories?" Well the answer is because I can. And I'm bored. Very bored.

"Ginger, hurry up or you'll be late for school!" Mother called from downstairs.

"Just one second!" Ginger yelled back. I checked my appearance in my full-length mirror to make sure I looked perfect for today. Why? Because today was my six month anniversary with Elliot. We have been going out since April. She had on a gray mini skirt with a black tank top and a light pink ballerina wrap over it. Everything was set and ready to go.

When I got into the car, the first thing Mom did was comment on my attire. "Don't you think it's too cold to be wearing a skirt? Especially one that length?"

"Mother, please," sophomore said rolling my eyes. "I'll be fine. I'm usually inside during school. Oh, and can you drop me off at Elliot's at seven tonight? We're going to walk to the movies."

Mother sighed. "I suppose."

"Just think. In a few months, I'll be able to drive around myself."

"That's a scary thought."

Ginger was just about to open her locker, when someone pushed it shut. "What the hell? Oh, it's just you," she said.

A curly blond haired boy stood with a Cheshire grin. "So what's up?" Elliot asked. Before Ginger could answer, some one called for Elliot. It was one of his friends. "Sorry Ginge, I'll talk to you later. Ok?"

"Sure, bye," Ginger said dully as Elliot walked away. Ginger sighed as she looked for her empty notebook where she planned on starting a new story. As she slid the notebook down from the top shelf, a white envelope floated down to the floor. Ginger picked it up off the tiled floor. Slowly, she opened it. Inside it held a piece of lined paper. It read:

My Beloved,

You are the reason I live. You are the reason I breathe. You are the reason the sunrises and flowers grow. Nothing can compare to your beauty. Nothing can compare to your at all. Hearing your laugh makes my heart melt. Seeing you smile makes my eye light up like the stars in the sky. Just hearing your name melts my heart and soothes my soul.

Sincerely,

Your's Awaiting.

Ginger made a face of confusion. The letter was both flattering and yet creepy. She folded back up the paper and stuck it into a pocket of her pink backpack. 'Maybe I'll show it to Elliot later. It was probably just he playing a trick on me anyways. He's so weird," Ginger thought to herself. She searched her locker for anything else that seemed foreign. After finding nothing, Ginger slammed it shut and went off to look for some of her friends.

And it ends there. Ok I know it's pretty short for a first chapter, but oh well. I'll update when ever. It depends on the reviews.

With Love,

CT