Flying Solo {Completed}

Chapter 43 | Wendy Testaburger

Dear Mr. Garrison, 

          Last night Mom ordered two small pizzas, one with black olives, one with pepperoni. 

          "Which one do you want" she asked. And it hit me. It probably sounds stupid but when she asked that pizza question a little light went on it my head. And I had a choice. 

          Last fall I decided to stop talking. but I didn't have to keep quiet for the rest of my life. I could choose to speak when I was ready. Today it felt like the right time. 

          I can't wait to tell Mom and call my Dad in New Mexico. 

          I believe we accomplished something important on Friday. Maybe your class won't get a place in the Guinness Book of World Records. But for almost six hours we were on our own. 

            Heidi thought it was dangerous, and she was 100 % right. Of course it was dangerous. The first time Amelia Earhart soloed, she nearly crashed. But she survived and so did we. Deep down I believe we did the right thing. 

           You're going to hear all about me and Cartman fighting during the rock ritual. I still don't completely understand what happened. 

          All I know is, it was the six month anniversary of Butters's death. So all say I was thinking about him and all of the sudden my feelings just bubbled over. I was unfair to Cartman, and I wrote him a note to apologize. 

          Lots of times I wasn't very nice to Butters either. I snubbed him the night before he died. I can't change that. 

          But over the weekend I said to myself: "I can live with what I did. I'm not a terrible person" And now I can say it out loud. 

Love, 

Wendy.