February 1, 2009
Dear Charlie,
I hate her. I don’t know why, but I do. I hate myself for hating her. I had never hated anyone before, not even dad, who left Mother. I hate Laura because she left me alone when I most needed her. I don’t have a best friend anymore. I hate the thought of that. I don’t really know why I am writing you this. I think this has become a part of my routine now. I depend on this in order to feel better when things here are not. I need you to reply my letters Charlie, why haven’t you? As for right now, you’re the only one I can trust. Sam is happy now; I can’t bring her into this damnation right now. Mother has her problems, Grandma barely sees me. I don’t have a father figure who takes me out for some ice cream and gives me girl advices. Answer me Charlie, before I go all crazy…
Love,
Joctan.
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Life is Beautiful
Ficção GeralLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
