Letters to him

Letter Number Three

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Dear,

Tommy Williams

I say you in lunch today. I swear I had no idea you have 5A lunch period with me. Funny how it's been a month since I saw you at the bus stop. I mean I see you every day. You are usually dressed in a causal clothes. You are always surrounded by what I see are your friends, and girls. Today you were with a beautiful brunette. Who's low cut dressed made every guy turn to her like the sunset they have never seen. It disgust me.

She had her hand interlaced with yours. You then cupped her face with your hand and planted a kiss on her lips. A crowds of whoops made it loud and clear that you did that because they have no clue what you are going through. So the way to gain a social status is pleasing society.

I turn away from the scene, I knew you would never be mine like I would never be yours. So I grabbed my backpack and launched it into one shoulder, along with my tray in hand. And left, simple as that.

Next period is when I have a free period, I could be studying, doing homework, reading, etc. Instead I find my self thinking about you. I know we are not soul mates or even a match. I daydream about you because I wonder what it would be like being surrounded by friends, having love, being the life of the party. But I will never know, because being popular is like a bus. You wait for it to come and just as the doors open up to you, there are the problems that will be jumping right in front of you, leaving no space for you to fit, and so you are left behind.

I went to the library, the only location on the high school Campus where there's actually peace and silence. I open the doors, a small screech is made as I do, making every one in the room face me. My face burns and I turn to the librarian who only brings her pointer finger to her mouth and shushes me. I shake my head, this is too cliché. So cliché.

I spend my time in there mostly on books because every computer is taken, and besides what's the point in coming to the library where there are like a thousands books here waiting to be read and lived.

I end up falling deeply asleep, that a fellow student who happens to be in my next period English wake me up with a shove. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands in circular motions trying to wake me up. I smile and whisper a silent thank-you. Before walking away not waiting for him.

I know you might not even want to know how the hell my life is going but what can I do when we are so apart and have nothing in common.

I sometimes wonder why I even spare time to write you when I know you won't even care for a stranger like I.

Every day after school I sit near the front of the bus to just see you come in with your friends, and when I know that the bus is full I pray to the Greek gods that there might be room for you to get in. I sometimes walk more than 15 blocks to get in the bus first, so I won't miss seeing you.

Yours truly, 

Sky✉