Letters

Letter 7

November 11th, 2004

Dear Dad,

            I got to talk to my friends earlier in the morning in the library. We went on about random things about food like pastries and pasta. We talked, we laughed, and we helped each other out on homework. We all had the same math homework, including Richard. He has the same math teacher as I do, but at a different time. I had no problem with helping them and I found the homework pretty easy. After finishing up with the math part, I asked about their class schedules. It seemed like Daxus shared most of his class with me. Richard shared his math and guitar class with me, but both at different times.

            When lunch came, I headed towards the cafeteria. I browsed the menu and had a few selections like macaroni and cheese with garlic bread. After I ate, I headed towards the library and my friends were there asking where I was. The line was really long today, so I told them that I was at the cafeteria. I suggested exchanging phone numbers so that we can make sure where we were at the school. They agreed to do that.

            We sat at an empty table and I left because I had to use the bathroom. This one other guy in the bathroom said that my shirt was “gay” and left. I guess he didn’t like flower shirts. This was probably what Uncle Alex was talking about. When I told my friends, they said that everyone’s like that at our school. They insult each other and fights break out too often. Richard and Daxus said that they’ve never been in a fight. Richard said that he would have been in a lot of fights, but he decided not to fight because of his parents. Daxus said that there were times when he did want to fight, but he avoided it because pain wasn’t his thing.

            I shrugged and I went on like the insult didn’t happen. I thought that it shouldn’t bring me down. One person’s opinion shouldn’t do that much damage to me, especially since I didn’t know him.

            After school, we talked about more random things. I called Uncle Alex to pick me up when all my friends left. He agreed to that, and I ended up staying for an extra 30 minutes. Daxus left with his mom, and Richard left with his mom. Then I called Uncle Alex to pick me up. On the way to the house, he suggested to have my friends over next time. Just so that we all can bond over things like board games and watching movies, that’s what Uncle Alex said. I said okay.

            I texted Richard and Daxus about hanging out at Uncle Alex’s house tomorrow, and they both said yes. Daxus said that he’s been wanting to get out of the house, and Richard said that his parents told him to be careful because I might be some kind of serial killer, mainly because I only knew him for two days. I told Richard that sometimes you have to take risks or you won’t have anyone to hang out with.

            I did my homework in my room and Uncle Alex bought me a guitar. I read some pages of my book almost fell asleep. Then I got up and started writing this letter.

Your son,

Rico