✉
Dear,
Tommy Williams
I haven't seen or thought about you since a week ago. My stomach doesn't fill with fluttering butterflies anymore from the thought of you. My heart beats normally as it would when I see you. Although I still want to see you come through the bus again, but like I said I haven't seen you. Today I learned something about you that made me think twice before laying an eye on you.
"Tommy Williams' is brothers with Isabella," Angelica mentioned as she collected some items from the recycling bin from the school. She then dragged them into a pile of more trash.
"No!" I gasp in shock. I helped with separating categories from the recycling bin.
"I know she's basically a Queen Bitch here." She wiped her forehead with her hand after she removes her green gloves. Today she didn't wear her hair down, but up. Which is surprisingly a hairdo she would never do.
"Oh," I frown. I lean over to reach for a yellow flower. When two strong arms make their way around my waist and lift me in the air. I widen my eyes in horror because I have no clue who is behind me. But by then I was already on solid ground. My flower crushed from the strong grip I had on it. I drop it to the floor and I see how its crumbled yellow pedals now scattered on the floor and its green stem now crooked.
"Sky," Richard basically says without breath.
"Am I that heavy?" I squint my eyes because of the bright glare from the sunlight behind him. His golden curly hair is messy. He has his hands on his knees and he stays in a squad position. Trying to take as much air as if we were running out of oxygen.
He shakes his head.
"I got a date for you." He says.
"WHAT?!" I scream in confusion. I turn to Angelica who carefully watches me and Richard. She has her pointer finger at her chin and she ponders quietly.
"Yeah yeah, but don't worry." He begins to explain. "You know him," was all he said before I interrupted him.
"WHO?!" I say with rage and anger. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"Tom." He answer as he stands straight. "Tom Williams."
Yours truly,
Sky ✉
YOU ARE READING
Letters to him
Novela Juvenil"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...
