Riley's POV:
Later in the week, Boscobel boys varsity basketball played a game for Brian. We played against another town called Plattville. It was absolutely amazing, and there were a lot of people, too. We, of course, won, by like, eight points. At the end, the sixth grade boys basketball team (my grade) presented Brian's framed jersey, with a poem that read:
I AM
I Am Brian
I Am Strong.
I Am A Leader
I Am Not A Quitter
I Am "Super Jack"
I Am Proud Of Who I Am
I Am Proud Of My Teammates
I Am A Bulldog - Forever
I Am
"Double B"
It was sad, I of course cried. Mr. Molldrum, an older substitute teacher, read the poem and said a few heartwarming things about Brian.
Later that week, there was an article in the paper with a picture of the sixth grade boys holding the framed jersey. The caption read A Crowd Of Green, because everyone was wearing green in honor of Brian. You wouldn't believe how many people were there. There was like, a thousand! Well, maybe like, what, 120? And that's like 1/4 of the elementary school.
Again, my mom and I drove home in silence. Not saying a word. She tried to talk to me once, but I just sniffled every time, and then we went silent again. I wrote another letter when I got home, for Brian and Christian's sake. I then went to bed, praying the rosary three times. I wrote about fifty-five letters, which were all probably stacked somewhere in Christian's office.
I went to bed thinking about the next day. It seems like my bed os my thinking spot, whenever I lay down, I think about what'll happen the next day.
The next day is my first speech.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Bri
AdventureAfter Christian left my room, I sat up in my bed. I looked at the ceiling, as if it were the sky. I looked to my very right, and there on my dresser, sat the very last letter I would ever right. Yet, I didn't know that. I went to bed, afterward. I h...
