Writing To Teddy

||Call me Teddy||

The next day, I woke up on time as usual, got dressed exactly as I would any other day, then, instead of making the breakfast I had for two years, I made pancakes. I'm not really sure why I did this, but I guess if I was going to be alone for the rest of my life I might as well enjoy myself a bit.

After the somewhat tasty pancakes, I cleaned up and rushed to my first class. I had almost 30 minutes of extra time before I needed to be there but, for some reason I felt like I have to be there early, like something was calling me there.

I walked into the room, noticing that someone had gotten there before me. I waited outside the door I didn't bother whoever was in there. I saw them lean over, putting their hand under a chair, then get up and leave very suddenly. I got a look at them as they left. It was a guy with fluffy, brown hair who was a bit shorter than me. He was wearing a dark maroon shirt with tan shorts and tennis shoes. The first thing I thought was that he was attractive. The second thing I thought was that he was probably a prep with a huge ego.

I waited until he was a good distance away before I walked in.

The teacher entered as well. "Good morning, Audrey. Pretty early to class, are we?"

"I guess so, Mrs. Reeds."

She walked in, grabbed a cup, and then walked towards the door again. She stopped for a second, turning to face me with a smile. "I trust you to be here alone for a while, I've gotta get more coffee."

"No problem." I smiled politely back, happy to have a moment alone.

I sat down, noticing how surreal classrooms felt when they were empty. I didn't even know I was sliding my hand across the bottom of the chair until I hit another piece of paper. I ripped it off, once again remembering the letter from yesterday. Could that have been the person who wrote it down? If so, was it some joke? Now that I thought about it, he had probably actually written it to a friend or something I had just picked up first.

Nonetheless, I lifted the paper and opened it. Inside was the same handwriting from yesterday but with a different message on a different sheet of paper.

"Well, Stranger, if it'll get you talking, call me Teddy. Anyways, I guess you probably want me to write a story in return, so here it goes.

Once upon a time there was a boy who was as very bored, so he asked someone to entertain him with a story. What he got was a crappy fairy tale from a sarcastic girl who needs to get out more. I'll put this behind me if you at least pretend to like people as to not be so rude."

My eyes scanned lower.

"P. S. If you tell me your name, maybe I'll write something more interesting back."

So, that guy was Teddy? I mean, either that or a friend of his I guess. So... I guess I found out who was writing me. That was a start. I realized if I want to ever know anything more about "Teddy" , I'd have to keep the conversation going.

So I pulled out a pen and a different sheet of paper. Then, I scrolled in my messy handwriting:

"So, Teddy, if you're going to tell me something, tell me why you wrote for a total stranger to tell you a story anyway?"

I leaned back, chewing on the pen cap. What would my name be? I didn't trust him enough to put my real one.

"Sincerely, Marilyn."