Letters To Bri

Heaven

Christian's POV:

"CHRISTIAN!" I heard my boss yell. I realized I dozed off on the job, because of the puddle of drool on my desk.

Hi, I'm Christian. I'm not the average black male you think I would be. I'm seventeen years old, and live in a little city in Wisconsin you can call Boscobel. I am the youngest child, after my two sisters, Rosalie, and Michelle. My father beat my mother, and they soon abandon me, they say for my 'safety.' I don't know what happened afterward, I just knew that I had to live life of my own. I make enough money to rent an apartment, but not a car. I'd say I'm pretty lucky to not be living on the streets. This is my fourth job so far, after being a store clerk, house salesman, and a employee at McDonald's. I got fired at all three. Why you ask? Let me just tell you all of them involved fire. I think working at the post office is my last chance. I've been working here for almost a month and a half, and I think I'm doing pretty well.

"Coming boss!" I mumbled, which I didn't think she could hear me.

My boss was an old lady, and obviously the owner of the post office. She looked about seventy three, and had short, white sparkly hair. She was nice, when she wasn't mad, and when she was mad, you didn't want to mess with her. You just have to agree with everything by nodding or saying yes.

"Christian!" she yelled again when I just entered her office.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Come take a look at these."

"At wha-"

They were ordinary vanilla envelopes with the word 'BRI' on it. No address or zip code.

"What?" I asked confused.

"It says BRI."

"Yeah, it does." She gave me a funny look. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Find out, WHY THE HELL IT SAYS BRI!"

I could tell she was getting on her dark side, so I nodded and said "yes ma'am."

I ran into my office and logged on my computer. I pulled up Google and started typing in BRI. The first thing that popped up was Brian Williams, then Brittany Spears. I knew that it wasn't any of those people, so I just kept on searching. The gods finally answered my prayer three hours later when I went onto the Boscobel school board website.

"Amy!" I yelled to my boss.

She slowly came walking in, and in a pleasing voice said, "what do you want?!"

"Here," I pointed to the screen. She took her glasses off, and examined the reading and the picture of the twelve year-old boy.

"Oh yeah," she said wiping her glasses with her shirt, "Brian Brown. He died just a few days ago, up in Madison."

"You hear anything else?"

"He was in sixth grade, and attended school here."

I grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper from the printer, and started scribbling like a detective. She blabbed a few more things about the boy, and I wrote them all down.

"So, BRI, must be Brian. So Brian's nickname was Bri."

"Yes, perhaps so," Amy said stroking the little white hairs on her chin.

There for a moment of silence until I asked, "Do you want me to call Mayor Rick about this?"

She started at the computer screen for a moment. "If this keeps on happening, like if there is anymore tomorrow, or the next day, yes, do so.

The next few days, more letters came. I had permission from Amy to peek through the letters and read them occasionally. but occasionally became, well, every time there was a new letter. Honestly, I really enjoy them. They're heartbreaking. I can tell by whoever is writing this had a great relationship with Brian. That they've been with each other since the beginning. I can tell you a lot about this person by reading what she wrote.

Sooner or later, I called the Mayor to sort things out. He came over one sunny afternoon, and sat down in my office with Amy.

"How ya doing Amy?" he said shaking her hand.

"Very well, very well," she said happily. I was glad to see Amy on her happy side for once. She normally isn't when the Mayor isn't around. I'm starting to think it's me...

"And how about you, young man?" He asked me extending his hand.

"Great Mayor Rick," I said accepting his handshake. "My name is Christian, Christian Haxe."

"Nice to meet you, Christian," he said nodding with a friendly smile. "Now, you guys called me over to discuss something about a letter?"

"Yes," I said. "There has been letters coming though the mail that says the name BRI on it. No address, no area code."

"Bri?"

"Yes," I said nodding my head. "In bold, capitalized letters."

"And Bri is referring to-"

"Brian Brown," I finished his sentence. "He died-"

"A few days ago," he copied me. I could tell me and this man were going to have a good friendship.

"Well," he said in a smart voice, "I researched a few people, who had a close relationship with Brian."

"That's great!" I said laughing at the same time."

"Tomorrow," he started off, "Meet me at city hall. 7:00 sharp. And we'll go hunting for this person."

I nodded. "Sounds like a deal."

And that was our plan.