run {fear street trilogy}

part thirteen

                                          1978

"abigail? abby," I heard someone call.

I sat up from my bed. My mom was standing there. It was about 6:30 am. "mom? it's so early," I said while stretching.
"you have to get up remember, you are now a counselor," she said smiling.

"yeah yeah I know duties and responsibilities," I spoke while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. She said, "also your sister sent you a letter."
My mom handed me an envelope.

"well I'll leave you to it," she said and padded my back before walking out of the room.

I stared down at the letter for a second and then carefully opened it with my finger nails. I pulled out a white sheet of paper that had cursive writing all over it.

I read it with ease.

(what it said) :

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑦,

ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑚.
𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟? 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟. 𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦.
𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦,

𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑙.

A grin came to my face. I needed to get up, but I would definitely write her before I went to bed.