February 8, 2009
Dear Charlie,
Mother is ok, only a flu, she’s just sensitive I think. I finally received your letter. I miss you; I wish you were here so I couldn’t feel so alone most of the time. I’m beginning to write more, Short stories and poems. My creative writing professor says I have potential. Maybe I’ll be an author. But I don’t like the idea, I only write to express myself, not even for fun. Is that bad? I hope not, I mean, expressing yourself shouldn’t be bad right? I’m not writing as much as before because of college, and family stuff. So I apologize for that, also Annabel and me don’t talk anymore. I tried to have a chat with her last time I saw her but she just avoided me. I don’t know how to feel about that, mad or sad or just neutral. She didn’t seem unhappy though, she was better than ever. I don’t think she wants to be friends with me anymore, which means I only got Sam and Geraldo, I would’ve said Laura too but she never talks to me.
How are you Charlie? I always write to you complaining about my things, but never asked how is your life, if you have a girl, if you got a new job? I must be a horrible friend. I hope your condition is better now, it seems you are better. I went to a party last night, a birthday of my friends. They offered me alcohol, but you know I don’t drink, so I refused, and I got mocked, but I didn’t really care. I was just thinking. About Annabel, about you, I think you guys are the people I most value, right now, and I have none of you beside me. I hope that can change soon.
Love,
Joctan.
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Life is Beautiful
Ficción GeneralLife, 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...
