A Letter 2 Years Late

Prologue

I never would have thought it was possible. No matter how much I dreamed, no matter how much my friends dreamed, I didn't think it would ever come true. I mean, it's just a book. A story we all loved! Something we all wished was real. But as it turns out, we were all wrong, as it was real. All this time, we sat in class, at home, during recess, wherever and whenever, wishing we could live that life and now? Now I could.

I sat there wondering whether I should go or not. I had long since established that it really wasn't a dream. As I stared out the window to no one in particular, I sighed. Why was I so sad? I mean I was going to the school of my dreams. The place I've read about in books but never knew it really existed. I didn't have to suffer the 8th grade, nor did I have to deal with the awful people who teased me. I pondered for a bit before I could pinpoint where my sadness lay. It was painfully obvious to me now. I had absolutely no idea who my real parents were. The people I thought were my parents were nothing but kind and loving to me yet, they never bothered to tell me that I wasn't their biological child. I hated the world for being so cruel. For not telling me that my parents had vanished when I was young and that I was given to a family friend in Canada, living my life as if I was part of their family. I had to figure out how this all happened.

I looked down at the letter in my hand. Could it be true? Why didn't I get this letter two years ago? Something was clearly suspicious, I was never even told about who I was, who I truly am. Though I sometimes wondered with all the crazy events that's happened in my life. My thoughts quickly vanished though as I heard a long whistle and the train started to move.