The Letter

Chapter 1: Confusion

How in the world did I end up here? How did I manage to get through 18 years of this living hell? Scratch that. I shouldn't say that. It's a blessing to be alive. But I'm just so out of it. As I lay down, thoughts come up and usually they're about mom. My mom and I don't really have the best daughter-and-mother type relationship, but we manage to forget things and move on. It's just the fact that I can't. Every argument we have, stays in my mind forever. It can't just go away like the snap of a finger. I wish it could.

But anyway, let's talk about my daily life. I would wake up at 6:30 A.M. and get ready for school. I don't eat breakfast just because I'm not hungry in the morning. If I was, I would eat a granola bar or something small. My mom would always yell at me in the mornings because I'm always slow whenever I get ready. But aye, girls take forever you know. Then, I drive to school with my one and only friend, Trinity. She's the complete opposite of me. So positive and optimistic. I can't really seem to find any problems that she goes through. But if there were, she probably wouldn't talk to me about it. She thinks it will ruin the vibe. So I just stay quiet.

I'll tell you a recap of this morning. So I pulled in to the school and got out of my car. Trinity was still looking at herself in the visor mirror. "Trinity, please stop being the conceited self you are," I said. "Hold on just a few minutes! Or no, wait. Just go on without me," she said. "But I need to lock my damn car!" I don't know how long it took, but she finally managed to get out of the car. We entered through the doors of Greenway High School. I walked down the halls and said goodbye to Trinity as she went off to her first class. I have science for first period. I personally think that's it's the most confusing subject ever. I just sat there and kind of dozed off in the middle of the lecture. I got scolded for it at the end of the class, making me late for second period. "I have told you numerous amount of times 'DO NOT SLEEP IN CLASS'," my annoying pain-in-the-ass teacher said. After she was done with her mini talk, she wrote me a late slip.

My second period is English. It's probably one of the best subjects ever. Mr. Lily, my English teacher, doesn't really care if I'm late. So, the late slip was unnecessary.

"Hey," greeted Parker. He's my desk partner and one of the most caring guys I know. Well, that's maybe because he's the only guy I talk to. I sat down and bid Parker hello.

We're currently working on this pen pal project. I think it's kind of stupid. I mean, who would ever want to respond back to my lame ass letters? Exactly, no one would. I sat there in my desk, paying attention to what Mr. Lily had said. Since he was also an English teacher in South Korea, it's most likely that we'll have a pen pal from there.

"Here are the rules and objectives," announced Mr. Lily. "First off, you have to be respectful to whom your pen pal is. Secondly, you need to keep your letters that you receive from your pen pal." As always, I tend to zone off. But one thing that caught my attention was that at the end of our pen pal project, we get to see how our pen pal actually looks like! "Hmm, interesting," I thought.