Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 4

Nov 4, xx10

Dear Laxus,

Miles said he forgot to get the stamps, so in other words, you haven't gotten any of my letters. So I guess I'm writing to future you, in a sense.

Jeffery left the house at four a.m. this morning, saying he had something important to do. Josh and Miles went to the skate park after lunch, leaving me here alone once again. I've never had so much free time on my hands as I have now. The tv has started an endless loop of reruns, and I feel like I've seen every soap opera there is on that channel.

The boys should be going back to work soon and that means I should be allowed to return to you guys. And guess what? Only five more weeks until my birthday! I was thinking, what if we helped out around the city, like pick up little jobs, delivering the newspaper or washing cars, to save up enough for a new movie for the home? We could set up like a theater type layout, blankets would be laid out on the floor and each kid would get a bowl of popcorn, and we could watch a newer movie, rather than those old black and white musicals.

It would be the best birthday party ever! I hope Miles brings stamps back, or if not, that they hurry up and get back to work. I still have a headache and just feel worse as the days continue to pass. Not only that, I still haven't taken a shower. The water is cut off from the bathroom, only running through the kitchen faucet. I don't have soap either, and I feel like literal shit. No one ever told me vacations would be this bad.

No, not bad, stop complaining, stupid. Out of everyone at the foster house, you were the only one given the chance to go on one, don't complain. I feel like a horrible person, seeing as though I repeat things similar to this everyday in my head, I'm so self centered, it's disgusting.

I can't write anymore, the rest of this would just be negative, when I should be staying positive. Reply to my letters as soon as you receive them!!

Sincerely,

Mira