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Dear,
Tommy Williams
With my newly dyed hair in school, I got attention I have never been give before. Girls stared, guys marveled. I walked through the hallways to my locker with my head up in the sky, tall and strong that is before it all began to crumble.
I saw Richard leaning against my locker, his acoustic guitar in his left hand. He was looking my way, but since I hate glasses so much I don't wear them making it impossible for me to see clear. Simple as that. I couldn't tell from afar if he had a playful smile or a devilish smirk on his face. As I got close, I saw that indeed he had a smirk.
"Hey," Richard said so carelessly. He regained his posture to stand up straight, I hate the idea that he does that to make me feel vulnerable and small.
"What do you want?" I ask as I give a small shove to make him move out of my locker, once he does I do what ever I have to do.
"Love the hair," He says as grabs a strand on my light brown hair. I smack his hand away. He gives out a small chuckle and gives me those legendary puppy eyes.
"That won't work on me," I warn.
"But it always work with other girls." Richard frowns and seems to rethink the method's failure.
"I'm not any other girl." I answer as I raid both eyebrows, as he interrupts me.
"Skip school with me," He grabs my arm wrist and begins dragging me as soon as I closed my locker. I try getting away but his grip is strong. I have to rotate my hand in the direction his thumb is in, because if you think about it all that is holding you, is the thumb and our bodies are stronger than a thumb. And withing seconds I find myself free again. Richard gasp in shock but tries to hide it by pretending he gave a small sigh. The art of self defense.
"No Richard," I say. I cross my arms.
Richard brings his hand, "look, I need someone to come and go shopping to get a tux, please?" He asks.
"Uh why can't you do it with your mom?" I ask with irony. I hate the idea of him using me like this. He seemed to think about it.
"I don't have a mother," he says bitterly. I regret now asking, an emotion overwhelms me. It's getting hard for me to swallow.
"I-I d-don't know where to begin," I slightly stutter, a sign that once I begin crying, there's no stopping afterward. "I'm so stupid."
That's when Richard steps closer to me and embraces into a reassuring hug. My face is buried in his neck. The scent of winter and water makes it easier to forget that we are both the same, without a mom. "Let's just forget about it," he suggest and I give a nod.
Yours truly,
Sky ✉
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