"It's not our abilities that show us what we truly are...it's our choices."
-Albus Dumbledore
SIX MONTHS LATER
Dear Kendra,
First off, I love you, and I hope everything is well. I was so glad to finally hear from you, your last letter was unexpected but appreciated. I must say, you have beautiful handwriting! I'm writing to let you know that the renovations are nearly finished. Maybe about another month of work and it'll be all ready for you. So far it looks spectacular. I admit, I'm a tad jealous. The bedroom, living area, and bathroom are complete. There's still some more work to be done in the kitchen and the carpet has to be laid down throughout the place. My boys from next door have been helping a lot. Maybe with them I can get things done sooner. We can order all the furniture whenever you get here. I'm sure you're going to love it.
I'm also writing because your mother has told me about your progress. So you're doing a little better? I sure hope so. She's told me about the court date that's coming up soon, and that you've been asked to take the stand. Well, my advice is, don't. You don't have to re-live it if you're not ready. Don't put yourself through it if it'll make things worse. I don't want you to set yourself back after you've been doing so well. Remember, your mother and I are on your side. We love you very much.
I'm really looking forward to you coming here. I know it'll take time to get to know each other better, but I'm willing to give it a real shot. I owe it to you. No pressure though, so whenever you're ready. I'm praying for you Ken, and we will get to a good place. I know it. I have faith in you.
Hoping to hear back from you, Dad
I folded my dad's letter and placed it on the end table, staring at it, thinking. That had been the 4th time I read it. I guess he really has a genuine interest in me coming to live with him. This was the second time I heard from him since the first letter he sent months ago. When I talked to him on the phone, we didn't say much to each other, just that I was trying my best to get out of bed in the morning and do something proactive. But honestly, I haven't seen the point. What do I need to get up for? I had no life. No friends. All of my friends from high school haven't tried to contact me since I left. Daviny had called about twice but when I asked her to come over she had excuses every time. So I left her and everyone else alone. Who needs friends anyway?
I swung my legs onto the sofa and leaned back against the cushioned arm. I'd much rather sit here and read Style. That's all I've been doing for the past 6 months, sitting around the house, avoiding people as much as possible, literally not saying a word. Dancing had came across my mind a few times but I didn't bring any of my stuff with me. I didn't care, the passion I had for that and other things of high school died, I felt disconnected from everything. I had been staying with my grandmother since I couldn't bear to live back home. My mom was here just about every day, she didn't like staying home alone. They were in the kitchen at the moment, preparing dinner and talking quietly, probably about me.
With my magazine against my chest, I sighed and gazed out the window at the trees, the leaves were finally starting to grow back green again. It was still brisk in April, not to mention the suburban area where my grandmother lived was always chillier than in the city. This time last year I was happily enjoying my junior year, probably in the dance studio with Ms. Salvi going over routines or just joking around with my friends. Friends I thought I'd have forever. Now I'm 18 years old, without a life, or anything to look forward to. Except... Looking at my dad's letter again, I chewed on my bottom lip and contemplated; did I have anything to look forward to?
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General FictionShortly after starting senior year, Kendra Baez can't keep herself out of trouble, and eventually get's kicked out. Now she's not able to participate in the school's winter dance show, which she had rehearsed frantically over. This is where we...