Letters to Dea

Letter one

Dear Dea,
Sometimes I wonder if I could change the past. If I could, I wouldn't have to write these letters. Letters that will never be mailed. Letters no-one will read.
Will the road to freedom
Always
Be the road we choose
If we get to the road
Will it be paved
Will there be people chatting
On the sidewalk
Will there be people like you and I
People trying to find freedom
-Sammi Meitha
We read that poem in class today, and it made me think of you. You always talked about finding freedom, even when people said you were crazy.
Today was the first day of my new school. We moved towns after you died. Mama drove me and Chris. When we got in the building mama called to us "Alethea, Christopher, you be nice now, and have a great day." When she said that we all winced, because we were all feeling that empty space where your name should have been. I reached out and grabbed Chris's hand, squeezing it gently in my own. I let go before we walked through the gates that said "
ΖΗΣΕ τη ΖΩΗ ΣΤΟ επακρο"- live life to the fullest in Greek. Did you do that? Did you live life to the fullest, Dea? Chris didn't know what it meant so I whispered it to him. He looked gratefully at me. Although he looked Greek, with the god-like trait of curly blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, he had never learned to speak Greek. I on the other hand looked more like mother and you, with dark brown hair and green eyes. But you know all this. Chris used to adore you.
As I walked through the gates I felt myself straighten. I was ready for a new start. Chris glanced up at me, and I could see the worry in his eyes. "You'll be great" I whisper. And I know he will. Chris is very social, friendly, and sweet. Everyone adores him. Anyways, he's in third grade. It won't be hard to make friends for him. It's me whose in trouble. Real trouble.
I walk Chris to the lower grade building, stalling. I really did not want to walk into the upper grade building. I kissed Chris  lightly on the head, like you used to, and watched him walk through the door. Like you used to. Then I slowly turn towards the huge looming shadow of Wagner High's upper grades, and approach the door.
As soon as I walk into the establishment I knew I was going to hate it. It was bubbling to the brim with preps. And I managed to screw up big time before I even got to my locker: I stepped on the queen bee's foot.
FUDGE!!!! I cursed silently. "Oh my gosh I'm so sor-"  I didn't get to finish my apology before the girl cut me off. "Come on girls lets go. This loser doesn't deserve our attention." The gaggle of teenagers behind her nodded.
"Yeah Sarah"
"Your right Sarah"
"You tell her Sarah"
Then they all stalked off. "Hi!" I heard a cheerful voice behind me. "Your Al-ee-the- a right?" She stretched my name into long syllables, like most people do when they say my name for the first time. "Sharon. It's nice to meet you" she grinned sticking her-perfectly manicured- hand out. I shook it. Wow. Sharon had a strong grip. "So... Where do you need to go?" She asked. I glanced at my schedule "Ms. Oldegen Science" she grinned again. "Me too! I'll take you." As we started down the hallway she told me about all of the teachers.
Love, Alethea