Me and the Mystery boy

A Very Upset Kayla

A week after we got baby Brishen
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It's been a whole week since I have been to school, but can you blame me? I just found out that I'm an aunt and I gladly skipped a week of school to hang out with Brishen. My mom wasn't too happy when I first told her that I was skipping a week of school but she warmed up to the idea, after I sat on my knees for three hours giving her the puppy dog face and pleading at the top of my lungs. That conversation ended with me losing my voice and my mom having a major headache. A week without school was like heaven but it went by way to fast. Tomorrow I have to go back, but I wish I just didn't ever have to go back to school but it's inevitable. An even bigger problem is ever since we skipped school and calculated our plan to get mom on board with baby Brishen, Kayla has been blowing up my phone everyday since then. I haven't answered any of her calls or texted messages because I want to tell her in person and not be the type of person who says everything over the phone. The major problem even worse then the others is that I still have to tell Kayla that I am moving to Australia. She is not going to be happy with me tomorrow. In fact she is still blowing up my phone now. On the other hand I still haven't even thought about writing back to this Mystery boy, but I feel like it is something that I have to do. I feel like if there is someone out there who is willing to take precious time out of their day to write to me then I should do the same back. As of right now I am sitting on my bed staring down at the letter this Mystery boy sent to me. I have spent about half an hour just reading and rereading this letter over and over again. You know what? It's time that I write back, I am sick of just staring at this letter and not doing anything about it. I rushed off of my bed and ran over to my little desk with the roller chair. I sifted through the drawers until I managed to find a piece of paper and a pencil. I don't really know what I'm going to write or how I'm going to start this letter off but I guess I will just wing it. I adjusted myself in the roller chair until I was in a comfortable position and began to write:

~Dear Mystery Boy,

I appreciate you taking time out of your day to write to me. I'm not really sure how to even begin this letter. Well let me start off by saying that I completely understand your reasonings for everything you wrote in your letter. I'm not really sure why you wrote to me for advice, but that may be because I have absolutely no idea the severity of your situation that you are currently in, so until you feel comfortable with telling me your current situation I am afraid that I can not give you specific advice about that topic. I am extremely sorry. I bet you wrote to me wanting advice fast and easy and I'm really sorry to say this but it's not like I can give you advice about a topic I know absolutely nothing about. I hope you understand. Okay, moving on, so in your letter you gave me some facts about yourself so I feel it fitting that I give you some facts about me as well. As a disclaimer I am also not wanting to spill my whole life story to you in this one simple letter. To me these letters are like a puzzle, the more you get, the more the puzzle is complete. So I am a girl, but I think you already know that. I am 16 about to be 17 and I have 2 brothers. I have one twin brother named Johnny and I also have an older brother named Cole who is about to be 23. I have one really close friend named Kayla, who is probably one of my only friends who has pretty much been with me since the beginning. Speaking of Kayla, maybe you could give me some advice? We have been best friends for quite a long time. And by long time I mean like 5 years. We have become really close in those five years and we are like sisters. The problem is that I don't know how to tell her that at the end of October I am going to be moving. Not like moving houses or moving schools, but moving continents. I don't know how I'm going to break the news to her or if I can even physically tell her that I'm moving. It just pains me so much to think that I am going to leave my best friend forever when she has always been there for me no matter what. Since I can't give you any advice on your current situation maybe I can give you advice on other stuff? I am surprised that you came to me for advice and I was extremely taken back when I received your letter in the mail, because no one has written to me in about a year. Hopefully you will still want to write me letters even though I can not give you advice about your situation. Who knows maybe we will even become friends? Anyways I think this will be the end of this letter because I have to come up with a plan for how I'm going to tell Kayla why I didn't come to school for a whole week, and why I didn't answer any of her calls or texts. Hopefully she won't kill me. I hope we keep writing letters to each other and if you have any questions just ask me I would love to answer them. Until next time, Mystery boy.