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029 | Thomas

Dear Newt,

So I went to your game last Saturday.

I'm not a fan of sports, but that lacrosse game was...how do I say this? Very entertaining. Ha! My lips curve into a rather uncomfortable smirk everytime I remember.

Well, see, it's because of this:

So, around 20 minutes into the game, GHS was falling back with the score. I didn't really know what wad going on, but the look on the players' faces were really painful so I assumed that the odds were stacked against GHS. You players had a break, and Rachel and Aris went out to buy more snacks.

"So which one of them is your penpal?" Teresa asked me. She knew you, Newt. I told her about you.

She was curled up in a coat next to me, like a cat. It was winter, and it was cold, but there were so many people watching that the crowd was packed like sardines. I think the schools each wore their colors. There was a lot of red in the crowd, Crank Palace Academy's color, I suppose. Then there were people in green, packed together in groups along the bleachers. Obviously, GHS.

Teresa, Aris, Rachel and I were seated on the side with a lot of GHS students and neutral colors. Let me admit, though, Newt. I had no idea that the schools were wearing their colors, so I wore red that day. Please don't kill me. I tried making amends by shouting "GO GLADERS!" at the top of my lungs, anyway.

I looked around the field, but 20 minutes into the game I had no idea which one was you. "Well, on thing's for sure," I told Teresa. "That asian one there must be that Minho guy. He's the vice captain, I think. He looks like and asshat. Look at that hair. Its screams HEY MY NAME IS MINHO AND I'M AN ASSHAT. Also, why is he wearing eyeliner?"

"Guyliner, Tom. It's called guyliner, and I think it's very sexy." She laughed. As I was wondering whether or not I should wear gayliner to school tomorrow, she continued, "Well, what do you think Newt looks like, then?"

"I don't know." And that was an honest answer, because honestly, I didn't know what to think of you. I had no idea what you look like, no expectations, so the best thing I tried to do was let fate do its work and pull my soul towards yours.

And that's when it happened.

One of the coaches called for a timeout. As the players went for their respective benches, I can see this player on the benches wobble towards the maybe-Minho guy. He was limping, Newt. What lacrosse player limps? What kind of team would take a limping player?

So, anyway, this limp guy starts to talk to maybe-Minho, and I think they get into some kind of argument. Limpy looked desperate. Maybe-Minho looked like a parent scolding a child. Maybe-Minho called over this black guy, and soon the coach. They talked a bit, argued a bit, until the other three gave up and limpy was smiling from ear to ear. The game resumed, and limpy started to walk towards the field.

"I didn't know this was a game for the handicapped," Aris said as he sat down with a bucket of popcorn on his lap.

Limpy looked out of place. He was skinny and frail, and his uniform hung at all the wrong places. His blonde hair was a mess, and to me, he looked like the type of person you'd see in the hallways, and their face either makes you feel sorry or want to trip them. Honestly, Newt, why does your team accept losers like that?

So anyway, the game started, and limpy absolutely sucked at playing! At first he was reallt painful to watch, but then he tripped, and the entire stadium roared. I felt sorry at first, but limpy kept ont tripping and tripping and tripping and tripping that soon it was regular thing for the stadium crowd to wait for the moment he trips and when he does, they go "OOOOOOOOOOHHHH" and although I felt sorry, it was kind of funny, because limpy was really red-faced and his uniform was so dirty and soiled compared to the other players who had been playing all day long.

Soon Crank Palace Academy had a ten-point advantage, and they had to switch limpy out. As he waddled over to the benches, the crowd started booing, and I really felt sorry for the guy. I mean, it's not his fault for sucking at playing, right? Although I think he is at fault for trying out on the team and just being there.

In the end GHS still managed to catch up and win, thanks to maybe-Minho's awesome gameplay. As we exited the stadium, everybody was talkibg about the game. I still feel sorry for the blonde, limp guy, but seriously, I think I shouldn't be, because he's of no importance, anyway. He's probably just a trying-hard loser. Who knows?

But anyway, I guess I suck somehow, too. I didn't get to guess who you were. Haha. You're probably as mindblowing as your british accent. Maybe you could send over a pic instead, Newt?

Yours sincerely,
Thomas

PS. These days I've been attending the Gay-Straight Alliance Meetings, and lately I've been looking forward to it too much. It makes me uncomfortable. The people there are nice--good folks, they all are--but really, I can't get this feeling off my chest that this is all really wierd. Any ideas?