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Dear,
Tommy Williams
Dad asked me if I had any boys in my life. I told him no. Then he asked me if I know any boys, and I told him yes. He asked me who and I said Richard Colden. He asked me if I liked him. I said I don't know.
"Homecoming is coming up," Richards mentioned as we walked outside of school. My heart then started beating fast, nervous on what I'll say if he asks me to homecoming.
"Yeah," I say as we walk side by side. "Who are you taking?" I ask like if I didn't care. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk and puts both of his hand on my shoulder. I have to look up at him because he's so tall. He smiled and those heart warming dimples appear. I find myself smiling even more.
"Jasmine." He tells me. In that moment I swear that I had fallen for him and I should of known that whatever falls, breaks. "What do you think she'll say?" He asked me.
I have to think and process everything he is telling me before I answer. "Richard," I find it hard to say. "I'm sure she will be splendid if you did." I give him one of my warmest smile I could ever fake.
"Who are you going with?" He asks me, he swings my backpack over his right shoulder with a slight bounce.
"Funny you mention that, no one." I reply.
"Oh, well you can come with us if you want." He answers.
I shake my head. "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works." I chuckle. The weather is suitable today. Not too cold not too hot, just right.
Once we get to my bus stop Richard hands me my backpack and gives me a small hug. His Cologne is now all of me, but I'll admit that I love the way he smells, like winter and water. As soon as his body leaves mine, I end up missing him. I look for you, but you are no where to be seen. I notice the bus is coming but I turn back and start walking back to school. I leave the scene behind.
I find myself walking in the hallways. I see students who stayed after school activities such as sports or clubs. I walk to Mr. Mike's classroom. I wait patiently behind the door. I have my right hand in mid air in a fist. I hesitate, this is a bad idea. I turn around and begin walking. When Mr. Mike calls my name.
"Sky," he calls.
I face him. "Hey Mr. Mike how are you?" I ask nervously.
"Good and how may I help you?" He ask as he walks with me to where ever he's going.
"Um, can I still join the Tutoring committee?" I finally say. He thinks about it.
"What made you change your mind?" He turns to a right and so do I.
"Well because..." I begin. "I want to have open doors." I explain.
"Fair enough." He answers.
Yours truly,
Sky ✉
YOU ARE READING
Letters to him
Teen Fiction"Why bother writing him letters when you'll know he'll never read them?" Richard asked as I sat down letting my legs submerge under the cool water. I find it hard to look at his blue eyes before I speak. "because those are the letters I cannot write...
