The Letters

Phone Calls

Novemberr 15, 2010

Dear Victor                                                                              

Where do I start with you my dear friend Victor? You were apart of Zoë and my group until you had to move away to Texas. Who moves to Texas anyways? Isn’t it just a big state full of tall golden grass that tickles your skin as you walk through it and cowboys? Please tell me that you haven’t converted to wearing cowboy boots and a hat. That would really make me cry, like a lot. You always had such a cool way of dressing and a cowboy hat would just ruin that.

Of crouse, the cowboy hat might add to the craziness of you.The three of us were always crazy wild. I can remember our parents always yelling and waving their hands in the air when we were together because we were always doing things theytold us not to do. Like that one Halloween when the three of us broke into the “haunted house.” We were wanted to find a ghost so bad that year. So we figured that the best way to see one was to go into a haunted house. The house we broke into had been empty for almost three years and everyone said that at night you could see the bedroom light on. 

You pushed the front window open and then climbed into the house. After a few minutes you reached out the window to help Zoë and I into the house. The whole place was dark. I mean, really dark. I could hardly see the tip of my nose. You took my hand as well as Zoë’s hand and together we walked through the house bumping into the things here and there. At one point I screamed in fear because I saw a rat run in front of me. Both Zoe and you looked over at me and started laughing. Soon I joined and started laughing. The whole thing seemed silly now as we stood inside the house. 

But still we moved slowly up the stairs to the second floor where the light can be seen at night. Once we reached the top the three of us could see a faint light coming out from under one of the doors. Both Zoë and  I started getting scared at this point but you didn't. I tried to pull away to go back down stairs you but pulled on my arm. In my ear your whispered, "I'll beat the ghost up if he tries to hurt you." So I moved forward with you guys. 

What happened next I will never forget. Slowly, and I mean slowly, we opened the door. Sitting there in the coroner of the room was this super old guy with gray hair hanging down to the middle of his chest. His eyes were all red and I'm pretty sure all his teeth were missing as well. All three of us screamed as the hobo waved at us and then we booted it out of there. 

We never talked about that night again for the simple fact that your scream was more high pitched then both Zoë and I put together. So much for beating up the ghost, right Victor? Hahaha.

The three of us did stuff like this all the time. I miss it. We can't do crazy stuff like that with you living in a state full of cowboy's moving their cows around. I mean really, who moves to Texas? Well, other then you. Look Victor, I really think you should back here. It doesn't even snow in Texas. How do you build snowman and have snowball fights? That was our favorite thing to do every winter. I mean, what do you do now? Take tumble weed and throw it at each other. How do you get the corn pipe to stay on the tumble weed man? 

But really Victor, what I am trying to say, is that I miss you. Ever since you moved we really haven't talked at all. You were only a phone call away and I should of called you more. Now when I sit here I think about all that I have missed out on I feel kind of sad. Do you have a girlfriend? How is school? Our Jack and Jill the rats still alive? Is your older bother still super cute? Do you see all the questions that are unanswered. I feel like I will die a bad friend because I don’t know any of the answers. Please don’t think I am a bad friend. I’m really not a bad friend. Ask Zoë and she will tell you that I am not. 

You were a great a friend and I am sorry that I won’t be able to say goodbye to you other then in this letter. In fact, you can say that this is why I am writing to you. I want to say goodbye. I’ll miss you buddy. Have a beautiful life for me, OK? 

Love, Summer