Friendship

Amsterdam II

I awaited his first letter of introduction, after two days I became very impatient and somewhat tired of waiting. I pleaded and begged every single day and every hour, but he always gave me the same damn blank reply over and over again.

"No Rachel, get out of my class,"

After three days my patience was up and I stormed tempestuously in class, and pushed some classmates out of my path.

"Where are the DA-" The sight of seeing my teacher flashing the letters got me unsounded in a split second, I almost grabbed them aggressively out of his hands.

My schoolfellows gazed at me, I faced them while shooting them a threatening glare and in an instant they weren't that interested and the focus diverted from me.

Like a boss, I walked to my seat and like always I had to mess it up with my annoying clumsiness and I tripped over nothing, maybe over my own feet I mean, who stumbles over their own feet, is that even possible anyway it made me look like a clown.
The others had a huge laughing outburst, I shot them my deadliest glare from the floor and that even made me come along as an even bigger clown.

I stood up and sat down in my seat with all humidity and started reading. After reading I read it again and after that again.
At long last I stood up and ran out of the class and all my peers were granting me puzzled and confused looks. My teacher tried to stop me and I pushed him away. I ran to my safe haven, 'the so called cursed toilet' some girl committed suicide in it and now everybody is afraid to walk in it and I love the place it's quiet and clean.

Anyway, I still have no idea why I walked out of class there was something with this letter I never had with all the other's I read, it wasn't too, I'm the happiest potato alive and be my best friend forever, but it was real and straight, it made me have mixed feelings, I felt fear, anger and happiness.

The bell rung so it was time to leave and I left the toilet after reading the letter a few times more.

"Why did you leave?" My teacher asked entirely distressed, I shook my head a little bit too blank.

"Is it about the letter," He flatly remarked while nodding to the letter that was forcefully gripped in my hands. He reached for my hands and grabbed the letters and I snatched them out of his hands. He cocked his eyebrows to make his striking surprise apparent. He sat down on the desk and grabbed my shoulders gently.

"Whenever you have something on your mind just tell me, but for now get the hell out of my class weirdo" he said in a  tongue-in-cheek kind of manner and I couldn't control my horrendous high-pitched snorting like laughter.

"Oh, and you're the first one to send the letter, that means that he won't reply right away, but he will respond to your second letter." I nodded and made my way to the door I glanced a few seconds to my still smiling and headshaking master.

"Hey mom," I said while grabbing a bag of chips and cans of coke.

"Bye mom," I made my way to my room, I almost reached the stairs until my mom called me and for a few seconds of my life I started to repel her. I reluctantly walked back to my mother.

"Mother," I said totally matte, she rolled her eyes, in the most failing ways ever possible. I bit my lip to  preclude a huge laughing fit, my mother won't win this battle not today.

"Daughter," she mimicked my super flat voice, and I had already walked away when she rambled.

"Sup,  wanna flex with your Momma homie, making fun of some thots and check out some neat fish. You feel me" My eyes widened in disbelief.

"wanna flex, homie, thots and fish," I walked away, assuming that my mother is either pretending that she's on drugs or that  she was again spending her day watching some of the urban reality tv shows I strictly forbade her to watch.

"Hey Homegirl   ya momma is serious, let's do this," I walked on and ran when I heard her standing up, I locked my door and dropped myself on my bed. I grabbed a pillow and started to scream and muffle some profanities into it. I mean my mother is more updated in this teenage slang rubbish than I, but well my mother is mentally younger and just plain weird.

I grabbed the letter and re-read it and re-read it, I finally reached the stage where the letter made me happy.

'I hate writing letters to be honest.'

That's my favorite part, without a doubt it is so sincere and a straight way of saying he actually doesn't want to correspond with me. Okey, I know that I sound pathetic, but I rather have that than having someone saying he loves to write to me and I never hear anything about that particular person after a few letters.

I grabbed some of my best paper and suddenly I felt very nervous and uncomfortable, yes from writing a letter.

Hey Kiano,

Your letter is different from many other letters I have read and I really loved..

No, I can't start this way he will never send me another letter again, I need to start cooler and more sincere, that shouldn't be hard I'm cool in my own quirky and super twisted way.

Hey Kiano,

I really disliked your letter at first to be very honest with you, I couldn't understand it and I felt like you did not want to correspond with me, you don't because you hate that, what I respect of you I Iove sincerity, but in many others I missed that, at least now I realize that after your letter.

Okey, this is still very creepy.

The meaning behind your name is so beautiful and I'm almost afraid to use the name Kai, I like the name Kiano more than I love the name Kai.

And I know this is a very awkward letter for you to read, I gave dance lessons to smaller girls and teenage girls, some were even older than me, I disliked them because they never gave one hundred percent and they disrespect me a lot, The smaller girls on the other hand were nice and polite.

I'm a super nerd, some of my teachers even call me a nerd, I'm in the A-levels of my school, it's like a pre-university stage so after high school I can go straight Uni if I want to, but I don't want to go to the university, because I'm way too lazy and I rather start my own business or dance school.

I don't know what else to put in here,  I promise that in the next letter I will put more interesting stuff.

Bye Kai,

Rachel a nerd

"Whaddya doing Homie" I ignored my mother and she jumped on me and started tickling me.

"get the fu-,hell of me" I pleaded and my mother jumped of me.

"Mother please, act like my mother and not like my older sister." I said clearly without beating around the bush.

"Well, girls just wanna-" I pushed her out of my room.

"Unlike you I'm serious" With that I slammed the door in her childish face and locked it while thanking the person who discovered the lock. I felt some guilt, but my annoyance for my mother's childlikeness was a tad bit bigger.