Letters to Harry

2.

I walked down the sidewalk taking in the smell of the autumn breeze. My rain boots splashed into the puddles and I giggled as the water flew and landed on my jeans. It was uncomfortable, but the coldness of the water made me feel real. Like I was actually alive.

I tucked my bag inside my baggy sweater and zipped it up to protect my letters. After five minutes of walking and just taking in the sound of the rain harmonizing with the sound of water splashing, I finally reached Mrs. Copeland's office.

"Avery! You're soaking wet! Why in the world would you be walking in the rain without an umbrella?" She gasped.

"I like the rain?" It came out more as a question rather than a statement, " And anyways I came here to show you that I wrote the letters." I handed her the slightly crinkled letters, making sure my hands were dry first.

She quickly glanced over at them then handed the letters back. "Are you gonna mail them?" Was I going to mail them? It was still undecided whether I was going to actually send them or just keep it.

"I think you should," she says interrupting my thinking, "YOLO, right?"

What the hell? Did she really just say that? There should really be a law banning old people from trying to be "hip". Jesus Christ.

I tried to keep a straight face but eventually broke into a laugh. "Oh my god. Please don't ever say that again. That was mortifying."

"So you're going to mail them? Or should I keep yolo'ing?"

I decided that I would mail them. I didn't really just want to leave them lying around because I knew that eventually I would end up ripping them into tiny pieces and getting rid of them. I hated writing in journals because I hated reading back what I've written.

"Don't keep yolo'ing. I'll mail the stupid letters." I said while I rolled my eyes.

I grabbed the letters and headed out the door.

"Avery?" Mrs. Copeland yelled as I was walking out.

"Yeah?"

"I'm hip, right?" She asked loudly. Well you have a hip, let's keep it at that.

"Um, no. You're literally 53. Goodbye now!" I replied and dashed out the door before she could ask anymore questions regarding her coolness.

I headed to the postal office and inserted the letter carefully inside the white envelope and scribbled down the information.

You're not going to see it anyways, Harry. It'll probably get lost.

Please get lost.

a/n stfu avery mrs. copeland is hip.