I sat down at my desk, waiting for my mum. Something felt empty in the house. Usually, I would hear my Aunt and my Grandfather arguing on which song they should play on the radio. And the sounds of my Grandmother scribbling down letters to her friends.
As soon as I thought of grandmother, an idea hit me. Like a rock. I should write to everyone! Since grandmother gave me the idea, I will write her one first.
I searched through my desk, trying to find a pen and paper. Hmm... I started to mess up my desk. A note book? Nope. Too small. I reached in further into my desk, and felt loose pieces of paper. Yes! I pulled them up, to find that it had writing already on it. A special kind. It was my old violin music. It was 'Symphony no.40 in g.' My first orchestra piece. I was so happy when I was violin 1.
I put the papers to the side, and found that I was out of luck. Guess I have to spend my weekly allowance. I grabbed some notes and shoved them into my pockets.
"Mum, I'm going to the shops!" I yelled from the front door.
"What about your milkshake?" Mum yelled back.
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my milkshake.
"Where are you going, darling?" She asked.
"Just to get some paper" I said mysteriously
I ran off before she asked anymore questions.
YOU ARE READING
The Letter Boy
General FictionA boy, half of his family missing in foreign countries, the only way to take the stress away, is his violin. Flooding with memories with his father, he gets a anonymous letter, and the more he writes back, the more familiar he feels with this writer.
