sitting here in my pajamas with my twin brother Mason is always the highlight of the day. nothing really exciting happens to me here in Vancouver... hi, my name is Whitney. I am your average 19 year old woman living with my brother.. here's my story. my father was sent to jail when we were five. and my mother died when we were seventeen. so now I'm here with Mason.

"hey whit, you should get out of the house for a bit. maybe go buy us some coffee from Starbucks?"

I rolled my eyes. "sure, I have nothing better to do then run around van city for my brother".

I didn't want to go out in my pajamas so I put on some sweat pants and uggs and a baggy sweater. I wasn't paying any attention the whole way there. an old woman could get mugged right in front of me and I wouldn't notice. I was just kicking a rock up the street until it fell into a drain.

"well that's depressing".

I just kept walking. I decided to take a shortcut. I know this place inside out. I know all the shortcuts. up the trail, around the big tree, across the road, and you are at Starbucks. I ran into the store and bought Mason a coffee and me a hot chocolate. I don't like coffee. I ran out of the store because I just couldn't wait to get back to the comfort of my home. I was walking across the street and out of nowhere a car came out from around the corner and almost hit me. I obviously spilled the hot beverages all over myself. I was so frightened I couldn't out any words. I just stood there like a frightened cat. all of a sudden the driver got out of the car.

"oh my god. I am so sorry"

"yeah. me too"

"please let me buy you new drinks"

"obviously"

I let the stranger guide me back into the store. I sat at a table wile he went to order the drinks. I haven't yet seen his face because it was dark outside and I refused to make eye contact with the person who almost spilled my guts all over the streets. he still has his hood up inside. he's acting mysterious. he finally came back with the drinks and he got one for himself. "here you go sweetheart"

"its about time."

"grouchy are we?"

"what was your first guess?"

"sorry about almost hitting you with my car"

"thanks for always bringing it up"

he didn't reply. I knew he felt bad and I kinda felt bad about being so crabby.

"so mystery man, you gonna tell me your name?... or at least show your face?" h

e took down his hood. I let out a little scream, not too loud it sounded kinda weird. I couldn't get any words out of my mouth "yo-you-your..." he butted in

"Josh Ramsay?"