Love Letters to the Volleyball Player | Tsukkiyama [COMPLETED]

Letter 8

Dear freckles,
I'm really sorry that you're still bullied and when I find out who you are I'm going to beat the shit out of them. Please tell me who you are. The thought of a real person actually talking to me sounds really nice. I've never really had a friend before. I spend a lot of time at the library, outside of volleyball practice. I've recently began to love volleyball. I hated it for a long time because my dumbass brother lied to me about it. I haven't spoken a word to him since. I have no one, besides you. Is it okay if I talk to you about other stuff in my life? I also want to know more about your life though. I can't believe we've been writing letters for 2 weeks now. My mom is yelling at me right now, she says I spend too much time writing and now enough time studying. Even when she's drunk- no especially when she's drunk (which is basically all the time) she expects me to be the most genius kid alive. I've pretty much kept up to her expectations so far, I have all A's. The one time I got a B, she hit me.

I'm sorry for talking about that, it's none of your business and you probably have it worst than me. Gee I've already said this but I wish you would just tell me who you are already. I don't mind being bullied. I just want to meet you.

Here's some other random facts about me:

1. I have a secret obsession with dinosaurs. I think they're so cool and I like to study them.

2. I am vegetarian.

3. My favorite color is green as well. Kind of like a forest green, mostly because that's where I go when I really need to think. One time I accidentally got drunk when I was in the forest. I hope that doesn't vhange your opinion of me. I was so upset and took some of my moms whiskey and I just drank it. Had the worst headache of my life for a week straight.

From, Tsukki