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To: SF99@mail.com

From: siriuslyave@mail.com

Subject: Life

SF99,

What's the point of living when you're living someone else's life? Throughout the years, all I've done is obeying my parents wishes, getting As and A stars in my A Levels and applying to the universities they chose. They have never, not once, asked me what I really wanted.

Sure my friends consider me lucky for having some direction in life after the A Levels but having your parents decide your future is unfair. They're not living your life, they don't know what you're going through and where your heart truly lies.

Or maybe they're right. Maybe I'm just naive. Maybe I'm Jon Snow and I really know nothing.

Anyways, I hope you're doing well in preparing for A Levels. I'm really sorry for this rant mail. I know it's totally different from what we usually talk about. It's just... I don't talk about this to anyone and I need someone to let it all out.

Talk to you later.

siriuslyave

•••

IT WAS THREE IN the morning when Avery Wallace sent the message to the boy she never met. It may seem odd to others how they had been sharing their lives to one other (without specifics, they chose to remain anonymous) for the past 3 months through a Harry Potter group chat. All Avery knew about him was that he was of the same age, 17, and judging by his mail address, is from San Francisco.

Avery sat on the bay window with her closed laptop perched on her lap. She gazed outside, thoughts running around her head. The street where she lived was already adorned in Christmas decorations, despite it being early November. The luminous deer figure was glowing against the darkness on Mrs Green's yard. Avery smiled and shook her head at the sight, she'd always knew how much Mrs Green loved Christmas.

Thinking about Christmas made her think about SF99. She was intrigued by him. From the moment she'd seen his comment in the Harry Potter group chat, she immediately knew they'd be great friends. After commenting on his comment, she received a mail from him. A greeting, he wrote. From then on she had never stopped thinking about him and never stopped mailing him. She wondered what Christmas was like in San Francisco, how the people celebrated compared to the people in London. She smiled to herself, taking one last look at the deer before heading to bed.

"Do you think I should spend my Christmas in San Francisco?" She asked her friends in the school canteen.

Across her, Naomi Walters nearly choked.

"What?" She exclaimed, setting her bottle on the table, looking at her as if she had lost her mind.

Beside her, Niklas Holtz shook his head. "Is it him?" He ogled her, his blond hair brushing against his forehead.

Avery quickly denied it, shaking her head a little too much in the process, hoping that her curtain of hair would cover her heated cheeks.

"Oh stop lying," Naomi noticed her blush and grinned. "Our little Avery has got a crush!" Her comment made her blush even harder. Her friends laughed at the sight.

"Oh bugger off!" She shoved them lightly, well, it was partly true..

Once their laughter died out, Naomi turned to her and gave her a serious look.