Letters To Bri

Our Plan

Riley's POV:

I kneeled, then laid down. I amed my scope at Prostealthzzz's head. I shot, and he died. I then saw BloodyHunter2331. He was just standing there collecting Prostealthzzz's RPG. I aimed and shot. At the same time, the doorbell rang, which caused me to miss.

"Damnit!" I cursed.

"Riley!" my mom yelled from upstairs.

"Not now!" I said turning to face the stairs. "Playing Black Ops." I then turned back at the screen to see BloodyHunter2331 holding a RPG at my face. he shot and I died.

"Riley!" Mayor Rick's here!"

"Ugh!" I groaned while stomping upstairs. When I reached the top, I saw Mayor Rick standing at the door, looking at his phone.

"Hey sport!" he said, "how are you?"

Mayor Rick knew our family, mostly my dad and I. My dad went to meetings at city hall, and I normally went with him. When Rick had a break, I'd always ask him questions about his work. Him and I were good friends.

"Great, great, and how about yourself?"

"Awesome."

"So why ya here hot shot?"

"Well," he started off, then looked at my mom. "Can we talk in private?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." And like that, my mom was out of the conversation.

"What's the secret?" I asked leaning in.

"No," he said, "I have to talk to you about something else." I gave him a confused and worried look. "Riley, have you been sending letters to the post office? Vanilla envelopes that say BRI on them?"

My face turned red, and I felt hot. "Y- Yeah."

"Phew!" He said wiping fake sweat off his forehead. "That's a relief."

"W-" I paused. "Why?"

"We've been searching all over town for the person who has been sending these letters!"

"Yeah..."

We both stood there for a moment.

"Here," he said, "how about this, you meet me and Christian at the post office tomorrow at twelve pm sharp. CHRISTIAN is new at the post office and would love to meet you."

Mayor Rick sounded like one of those worried parents telling a little kid to go meet a new friends when he said Christian would love to meet me. I just responded, "Alright see ya then!"

And like that, we shook hands and he was out the door.

After he left, I told my parents about what we talked about, and the meeting and stuff that's going on tomorrow. I knew I'd eventually have to tell them, so I decided to that night. They both looked at me like I was some stupid seven year old. They were probably thinking, Riley, your twelve now, not four, and stuff like, who puts a letter in the mail without an address or area code? And even probably; Riley, don't be stupid, why the hell would you do something as crazy as that?

Later that night, before I went to bed, I wrote another letter to Brian. I don't think I was supposed to anymore, but what the hell? Gotta live while I'm still young. I wrote a page or two, then laid in my bed. I wondered what it would be like tomorrow. I wondered if I should write the letters anymore. The devil on my right shoulder told me to stop, and forget about it, but something else told me that I should listen to the angel on my left shoulder.