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Dear,
Tommy Williams
I sit in my vintage old wooden desk, there right above my small bookshelf, lays the 16 letters nicely folded and stacked; a string is entwined, holding the letters together under a bow. Letters from me to you, and I know I will never give them. Staying there, dust already surrounding them. I reach for them, and hold the pack of letters in my hand. I align the corners that have become uneven. I brush the dust away. And place them back. I now wonder why I am writing you. I don't know. There are many questions I have and no answers to give.
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"Sky," Angelica stares at me, one hand waving at my face. I snap out of my daydreaming. "Are you there?" She asked.
"Uh yeah? What were you saying again?" I ask. I take a small sip from my Starbucks coffee.
"Why do you drink Starbucks? It's disgusting." Angelica informed me.
"Uh cuz I'm white?" I answer with the same gesture as that one emoji girl with a hand.
Angelica shakes her head, she sits in her turquoise bed spread. Where a couple of Halloween Princesses dressed. There's a Cinderella, Belle, Snow white, Ariel, and the legendary Aurora; all to which where very revealing and fairly short.
"Which one should I be for Homecoming?" She ask with a hand to her hip and the other at her chin.
I look around, "This one." I point at Cinderella. She thinks even more.
"I like this one." She holds on to Belle.
I gasp in shock. "Why not Cinderella?" I ask disappointed.
"Because she's white and I'm olive, are you blind?" She asks me with a tone of smartness.
"Belle is also white, are you blind?" I argue. She looks at me like I just slapped her. She ignores me. The tension was serious and awkward. She then let's out a laugh.
"I love your sense of humor." She confessed. I release a sigh that was held tight in my chest.
"Why did they have to do a costume theme?" I say as I drop back down to her bed.
"Well I love the idea," Angelica reaches for the yellow gloves to Belle's costume and leaves.
I stay in the bright white room. A slight vibration is made, its my phone. I reach for my bag as if I was miles away from it. I take my iPhone 4 out and look.
Richard:
Hey are you free?
I text him back.
No
Three minute later I get a response
Richard:
What are you doing?
Me:
Nothing, hbu?
Richard:
<-2738video78->
I press the video to play. There's Richard of course with a acoustic guitar. This time he wears a fancy short sleeve, rolled up sky blue shirt with a black bow tie, and typical dark blue jeans with black converse. I noticed he got a hair cut. A classic look, it has a denser middle section coupled with well cropped sides and back. His hair looks brown not golden anymore. And then I press play. Richard starts playing an acoustic melody I haven't heard before. He does doesn't sing, it such a beautiful melody. His right hand holds the strings in different patterns and he slowly strums the strings with his left. He's very focused on the rhythm. He closes his eyes and bobs his head slowly to his right then left. The video then stops. Having him frozen in caption.
Me: wow
6 minutes later
Richard: thanks, but all this is because I need a lead singer for a party. I understand if you don't want to. But when you sang yesterday I was like 'she has to be the lead singer.' So what do you say?
I ponder for a few seconds as I flick my long hair back.
Me: idk
Richard: alright the offer will still be open.
Angelica comes in with her costume on. It looks beautiful on her.
"Wow." I say. Her black hair is halfway up in a bun, the rest falls to her shoulder.
"I know right." She gushes. I let out a chuckle. "Now for your costume Sky," she comes by me. I raise one eyebrow.
"No."
"Yes."she answers as she drags me off her bed.
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...
