Poppy looked into the mirror and sighed the safest sigh that ever escaped her lips.
Her bed hair all over the place, red eyes showing off she was crying.
Poppy wanted something great to happen in her life. When you live alone it's quite boring and nothing much happens.
What Poppy needed was a friend. Someone to comfort her, someone to complement her, someone to tell her 'it's gonna be alright'.
But Poppy had no one in her life. Her parents hated her anyway.
She sighed once more, suprised she was even alive.
Poppy walked over to her mini fridge in the corner of her small apartment. It wasn't even considerable as an apartment it was more of just a small Dark room with a bed, a fridge, a microwave and clothes scattered all over the room. She couldn't afford a lamp and was too lazy to open the curtains making the room slightly dark.
She opened the small black fridge only to see nothing but a small carton of milk.
"Guess I better buy some food" Poppy thought, putting on a coat that was laying on her bed and fixing her hair a bit she hurried out the door and made her way to the grocery store down the street.
Walking. Because she couldn't afford a car.
