Letter 24

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December 8th, 2004

Dear Dad,

            Daxus didn’t really talk to me today. I apologized to him over and over, trying to convince him that it wasn’t what it looked like. He just ignored me and never gave me the chance to explain.

            After English class, I tried to talk to him again while leaving out the thought that I might be bothering him. Daxus stopped, looked right at me and said “You kissed him, Rico. You didn’t bother to push him away. It doesn’t matter if you feel bad about it. It still happened and you can’t undo it” Everyone in the hallway looked at us. I didn’t know what to say. The same old guy came up to us and was about to stir up some more drama. Daxus turned around and tripped him. He kneeled on the ground and Daxus kneed that guy in the face. His nose was bleeding and he was lying on the ground. Daxus kicked his stomach and walked away.

            I stood there looking at that guy. I was debating with myself whether I should help him up or not. A teacher came towards him and asked, “What happened?” I stuttered, but I didn’t get the chance to tell him what had happened, not that I wanted Daxus to get in trouble or anything. The teacher’s logic told him that since I was the closest person standing next to that guy, I was the one who did it, so he told me to go to the principal’s office. Everyone in the hall made annoying noises at me and threw crumpled up pieces of paper at my head.

            I sat in the office and I waited for anyone to come by. About 30 minutes passed Uncle Alex came in to get me. I got into his car and he said, “They told me that you beat this kid down to the ground. I don’t believe that you’d do that Rico.”

            I told him that this school’s a bad place. They just assumed that I did it without asking about it. Uncle Alex suggested homeschooling again, and I said yes, I want to be homeschooled. We went back to Uncle Alex’s house and I stayed in my room the whole time. I didn’t do much anything I just stared through the window, wondering how I could fix this.

Your son,

Rico

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