October 21st
Dear boy that's back in class,
Your cheeks are now hollowed and you have dark circles under your eyes. I can see the worry in your friends' eyes and I know you can see it too. One to many times today, you've snapped at them for the pitying looks they've given you. You've fallen behind in class, something I'd never have expected from a scholar like you, but I can't expect you to be on your A game after the weekend that you've had. I'm sorry for the pain you're feeling and I'm sorry that there's nothing I can do to help you. If there were, I'd do everything in my power to make you smile that dazzling smile once more. Your feelings are contagious. I can feel the sadness written on your face like it's my own reflection in the mirror rather than another person.
Today I heard a story about a young boy that tried out for the soccer team in elementary school. He wasn't the most athletic child, he still had the baby fat that a lot of other kids the same age had been rapidly shedding, but this barrier didn't prevent him from obtaining that prized position on the team. He was determined to show the kids that just because they weren't all the same, didn't mean that they couldn't do whatever they set their mind too. This determination that the young boy showed is what is fueling my determination to help you with whatever you need, no matter how much you insist that you don't need it because I've spent enough time with you to realize that your stubbornness is your Achilles heel.
The girl two rows back.
PS: You were a cute little soccer player. And maybe even a little bit still.
YOU ARE READING
To The Boy In History
Short StorySometimes projects can lead you to open up your eyes to the people around you and force you to feel things that you wouldn't have normally felt before.
