Prolouge

I've always known I was different. Whether it was from my random outburst of anger, the weird feeling of emptiness and emotionlessness I felt, the disconnect of feelings and emotions even with my parents. Oh and the worst part of all, the fact that I couldn't see color. And by couldn't I mean past tense. I don't know why but one day for some inexplicable reason I could see color for the first time. And I have never, not once taken that for granted.

Unfortunately for me even with all of the appreciativeness I feel for mother earth I'm still tired and bored of my life. Luckily for me today is going to be different, I just know it. My days are usually boring and mundane. I work a nine to five job at the coffee shop. Maybe I get a break in the middle of it and maybe I don't. I'll walk home from work, eat, watch TV, most likely Wynnona Earp, and then go to sleep dreaming about a different world. It's a never ending cycle and I'm absolutely sick of it. Not to mention the owner of the coffee shop is a low-life.

No seriously he creeps me out. And he's not someone I think any woman would feel safe being alone with. Do you know that feeling that you get when someone's watching you? When the hairs at the back of your head stand up and you get goose bumps all over your skin? That's the feeling I get when he looks at me. I think the only thing that really makes my day is the girl that comes in everyday at 12pm like clockwork. She's amazing. The feeling of pure jubilation everytime I see her never ceases to surprise me. I've never felt as much emotion than I have with her, well other than when I'm berating myself.

She has light mocha skin that looks soft to the touch and light brown curly hair. She has beautiful hazel eyes that makes it look like she's staring into your soul and a sharp jawline that would

make James Bond feel ashamed. She's tall, maybe around 5'10, and she always comes in wearing a nice suit. She's most likely very wealthy based on the high quality she wears everyday.

Well, at least it's not one of those Gucci outfits people wear on the runway. How in the world do we call that fashion? Anyways, I've never gotten the courage to say anything more than what I have before. The same routine words including "Hey welcome back, may I take your order?" and " Have a nice day!" Yep. The only time I've talked to her is when I was taking her order. Depressing, I know.

She's just so intimidating. Imagine meeting a woman as beautiful as this because I don't think I ever have. Her sharp jawline although beautiful makes her look so intimidating and unapproachable and her eyes although bright look incredibly dull. But maybe just maybe I'll say something to her today. I just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day.

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Okay so I may have been wrong.

Apparently hitting your boss who is sexually harassing you isn't work appropriate. Huh, who knew? It's not my fault though. I may be small but you surely won't get away with touching me without my consent. And okay maybe the mystery girl was there when I got fired today but who cares.

Okay that was a lie again. I care. I am SO embarrassed. Getting fired in front of your crush should make the Guinness world record for the most embarrassing moment. Like c'mon give a

girl a break. Do y'all think I got a nice apartment and enough to sustain it working at a coffee shop?!

Okay so maybe I do? It's not my fault I have rich parents. I am Thalia Prince, only child to the richest family in the country and 3rd richest worldwide. I'm 21 years old and I've been sheltered all my life. And while it's nice to know that my parents care, I now have no real life experience out in the real world.

I'm not naive or stupid but socially or culturally I have no idea what the world is like. I want to go out and explore the world. Learn new things and languages. Eat new types of food. But now I'm a socially awkward person because I never had any friends. And I know it's strange to be working at a coffee shop if my family is really that rich. Well here's the thing, I wanted as much freedom from them as I could get.

I love my parents, I really do, but they can be extremely protective.This begs the question, do they accept my sexuality? The answer to that is a big fat NO! They told me that whatever I am feeling is just a phase and that they would help me get through this hard time. Who do they think they are! What is my sexuality anyways? I've never really been able to figure this out and yet I'm certain that I'm not attracted to men. Well actually, I'm not attracted to anyone but my mystery girl. I guess you could say I'm mystery girl sexual. Hehehe. Of course I couldn't just tell my parents that so I just said that I'm lesbian. Okay sorry, I got off track there for a minute.

Every so often my parents will try and set me up with some girl from another rich family. Yes, I like girls, but I don't think that I could ever want anyone other than my mystery girl. I mean, I think mystery girl is wealthy and everything but every single time I visit my parents I get

disappointed. Even though I know I most likely won't ever see her there it hurts knowing that I may never get a chance with her. What if my parents find someone they truly like. Then I'll be engaged with someone I don't like and I'll never get my chance with her. This is so frustrating.

Anddddd now I have to walk home early. In the cold. It's autumn and the wind is blowing a lot. It's so loud that I can hear the sound of it whistling past as it blows my hair around. The leaves crunch under my feet as I stroll down the path to get to my house. The sound of the leaves crunching is my favorite. It's so calming and relaxing. I listen to the stream flowing right beside me as I watch the birds fly overhead to migrate away from the cold. I almost fall over from the strong winds as I struggle to keep my balance. It's not my fault my body's so small.

After I finally get home I unlock the door to get into my house and walk over to the couch. I sit on my couch to contemplate a lot. It's my thinking place. Envisioning things I want to happen between me and my mystery girl knowing that it probably won't happen.

Just as I finally decided to stop wallowing in self-pity I got a call. My eyes darkened slightly and the color drained from my face as I saw the name pop up onto my screen.

Mom.

Now for most of you that may not be all that scary but I already know what she's calling for. I've been avoiding her calls for a while. I know how controlling she can be when it comes to these things and I wanted to ignore it for as long as I could. "Hello?" I say into the phone knowing I'm going to be disappointed and frustrated by what I hear from her.