Odd

|PT. ONE| Entry 1

Disclaimer: Old comments will not make sense to the story anymore as they were intended for the old version of this book. Everything else is now revised, re-edited and reconstructed. Enjoy.

Dear Jackson,

I hope you don't mind that I'm writing to you. It's just there's not a lot of people I can write to and none of them are people I even want to write to. And I figured since you've never really got the opportunity to know about life, I'd tell you about mine.

I guess where I could begin is when we moved in with Aunt Becky about three weeks ago. You remember her? Well she's got blue eyes and straight brown hair. She keeps telling Mum she hates it, that she thinks it's boring. And I just really have no clue to what they talk about sometimes.

My bedroom is now an attic, which I don't mind so much except for the dust. Aunt Becky's house isn't too big, so Mum got the only other spare bedroom but it's still a whole lot bigger than our old apartment, naturally.
The reason I really mention the attic because it's got medieval kind of window that faces the street and the house on the other side of it. The neighbors who live there are called the Jeffersons which I find a little fishy. I don't know, I guess I'm just not comfortable with last names so... Plain. Oh so maybe that's what Aunt Becky and Mum meant. Huh.

Anyways so the Jeffersons seem like nice enough people, the mother even stopped by last week to drop off a welcome basket. I never knew anyone who really gave welcome baskets to new neighbors before and neither has my aunt since she claims Lauren, Mrs. Jefferson, never gave her a basket when she moved into the neighborhood.
The Jeffersons have a son, though. He looks about 12 and judging by the fact that he's actually still playing outside. I don't see a lot of kids do that anymore.
I saw him at school too, when I pass by the middle school during my walk back home. He was outside playing again, but he always seems to be alone. I guess I just felt sad about that because it reminded me of you, really. If that even makes sense.
I just thought about if you were still here, would you have been that boy? Would you have been another kind of boy that stays indoors and plays video games? Who would you be?

And who the hell am I now here?

Love,
Ivo.