¤ Letter ¤

Notation 1

     I stood at the end of an alleyway, my gaze downward and my eyes nearly closed. I'm not very old, 13, maybe 14, I can't remember. It's been a while since I've seen the light of the sunning skies, ever since it came, who knew. It's always dark, my head spins everyday, but I get letters; more I find letters in corners and creeks.

     My mother used to tell me never to read these letters, never to take others belongings. Don't sneak and be in their privacy, especially with letters. There was something with my mother and the letters but I could never quite understand, just pieces of paper, right?

     Even if my mother may have said not to read the things not meant for me, I would still, homeless yes I am, but alone.. I didn't know at that point what was I to do, everyone was gone, nothing left but to read, write, and scavenge. Then again, with every letter I read, I took notes, I have a pencil in my torn pocket, never falls out, never runs out, yes my lead needed to be sharpened once, so I used a knife, just for enough to let me right.

     With the beautiful letters some people wrote, they usually had a sort of format; it was always so confusing for someone like me. Formats, so difficult, ABC, MLA, Letter format, all of them! I didn't understand, so I never did, I made my own writings, they were always so pretty to me. Connecting letters that don't belong and making words, I don't have to follow rules anymore.

     I found this letter, it was labeled of importance, not even opened, so I opened it; nobody had seen me or known of the letter. It was confusing to read till I pieced together each and every vowel, and the other one I can't quite remember, but I pieced it together! Maybe this is why I passed my ELA 9, because I knew how to piece things together; maybe that could be why I like patterns.

     Today I just wander, it was winter a day or two ago, it's been melting, there's still snow on the ground, yes, but not much. Any snow I may find I pick up and eat for I have no other food to take, no other clean water to drink. Plus I love snow! It doesn't quite feel like ice, but it doesn't taste like water, it's just perfect!

     It was snowing the day I started wandering, I was done with waiting, do I didn't wait and just went! I took my jacket, which had inside and zip outside pockets, my crystal ball for luck and good fortune, my drawing papers and journal, and my own wits.. Lastly, a piece of paper with a letter that I had written the day of. I would tell, but I can't remember it, and I think it disappeared.

     The letter had to do with something, but after I lost it, I forgot, I forgot a lot of things, yes I remember key things, my name, how many siblings I had, who I liked(but not by name). Then it started to happen.. After something with the big group that I can't quite remember is called, controls everything. The sedition act, did that cause it? No, miss of words, I don't remember what caused whatever I'm thinking of.

     I may be running out of space, I'll just keep this in my pocket, it's where everything goes, even my crystal ball, I still have it, same condition, it's the only thing I have.