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Author Notes: This will most definitely be a chaptered fanfic, I'm just not sure how long it's going to be. Feedback keeps me writing, so please let me know if you like it.

Dear Nosy Passerby,

I was told that this would be something therapeutic. I'm not so sure how that works, or even why I really need it, but sometimes it's best to humor people, right? I don't even know what I'm meant to say in this. I don't want to give you my name. I feel like that's something I should be giving to someone I actually know, and I have no real intent to get to know whoever you are, anyway. I'm only doing this so that I can pass my English class, and to get the counselors to stop assuming the worst of me.

They told me I could put whatever I want in this, and I could tell you about my day, but I don't think you want to know about the trials of my life. Frankly, I don't think I want to share that stuff with a complete stranger, anyway. Honestly, the only thing I can be grateful for is the fact that the counselor promised he wouldn't read these, but lets be real, that was probably a lie. In which case, I'd like to state for the record that this is a pathetic attempt at getting into my head.

I have this awful feeling my ever so wonderful teacher is going to force whoever you are to respond to this, and I must express my sincerest of apologies, as this is wasting your time just as much as my own. You don't need to now my name, or my story. So, there's really not a lot left to say. Have fun attempting to respond, as I'm sure you'll be forced to do so.

Sincerely,
Thoroughly Annoyed.

Jeff rubbed tiredly at his eyes as he looked over his letter. It was about as polite as he could make it. He didn't want to be writing these stupid letters in the first place. It was ridiculous that they were still trying so hard to get him to get involved in things. Jeff didn't like people, especially not since finally getting out of juvie. He's long since lost his faith in humanity, and that meant there was no way in hell he was going out of his way to spend time with anyone. He was just going to make his way through each day however he had to.

Jeff set the letter to print, yawning and stretching as he got up from his desk. That was more than enough homework for a lifetime, even if he didn't really do what the teachers had told him to. Jeff didn't want to think about work at that moment. Especially when he stepped out of his room, and heard his parents arguing, no doubt about him. Jeff just rolled his eyes, stepping back into his room. He made his way to his window, opening it, and carefully climbing out the same way he'd done so many times before. Making his way up, he crawled onto the roof, finding a spot he felt most comfortable, and staring up at the stars. This was better than school, and thinking, and anything else.

Pulling a packet of cigarette's out of his pocket, he just stared at them for a moment. Jeff had been trying to quit, but it was so hard when his parents got like that, and he knew they would make him feel better. Sighing softly, Jeff pulled out one of the cigarette's along with his lighter and lit it up. He took a long drag from the cigarette, sighing happily as he breathed out the smoke. God, that felt good, and it had been a while. Maybe it was okay to smoke every now and then. It wasn't hurting anyone. It made him feel better. Jeff could faintly hear the sound of his parents in the house. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he lookedd closely at the stars, trying to pretend it wasn't happening, because it couldn't. It was so stupid that they were still fighting just because of him. For the first time in a long time, Jeff couldn't wait to get to school.