Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 8 - L u k e - The Start of a List

- Monday, November 28th -

We failed.

Well, kind of.

We found twelve Halloween Pageants from the USA on YouTube And seven Marie's. We have no idea which one is the right one. There was a Marie from California, Connecticut, Florida, Maryland, Mississippi, New Hampshire and Tennessee. Who knew Marie was such a popular name? I hope I get to meet Ms. Letters because she seems like a pretty cool girl.

And, speaking of Ms. Letters, her next letter should be coming any day now. And that is why I'm looking out the living room window, waiting for the mail to be delivered. It's become a bit of a competition between the boys and I: Whomever gets the mail the day the letter arrives gets to read it out loud. Once I got there, since the letters are technically mine, after all.

Michael and Calum are both upstairs looking through their windows, as they have rooms with windows facing the front of the house. Neither boy knows I'm home, and I see no reason to let them know. Ashton is with Harry and Lauren right now, which means less competition. Ash will have to read it later. I saw the mail truck pull up, put some letters in the box, and pull away. I was out the door before Calum and Michael could scream out.

But I wasn't fast enough. It turns out Ashton had just gotten back.

And he had told Lauren and Harry about the competition.

And Lauren got the mail.

And the letter.

 

Mikey and Cal stopped next to me.

"What are you gaping at?"

"Ashton, Mikey. He- he- he-."

Cal nudged me. "Common, spit it out."

"Lauren got the letter."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"No she didn't."

"That's not possible."

"It is guys. I ran out here and then Lauren was at the mailbox, pulling out the only letter, and jumping for joy when she read who it was for. She gets to read the letter." As I spoke, Ashton's car rolled into the driveway. The three of us retreated to the front step, and waited for the trio in the car to join us.

"Not cool man. Not cool." Mikey mumbled to Ashton as we all entered the house. Ashton just laughed in response and told Lauren to begin reading it. She opened the letter as she entered the living room and began reading when everyone was seated.

 

Dear Luke,

Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia? I don't think you do. In case you don't know what Thanksgiving is, it's 'an an annual national holiday marked by religious observances and a traditional meal including turkey. The holiday commemorates a harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621, and is held in the US on the fourth Thursday in November.' I guess that answers my question huh? Thank you Google.

Anyway, it's Thanksgiving day as I write this, and I would have waited until tomorrow so I could write about dinner, but my grandparents just got here.

You see, my mom's parents never liked me. I was always the disappointment, never good enough. My mother's parents treat me about the same way as my mother does, if you haven't guessed. My grandfather will greet me, but then he acts like I'm not there. My grandmother doesn't talk to me,or even look at me if she can help it. But she has no problem talking ABOUT me, whether I'm in the room or not. Just as I left for my 'grounding' (I'll tell you about it later) I heard my grandmother say,  "Good. That girl, can you even call her a girl, just gets under my skin. I never liked her. She needs to learn to respect her parents instead of arguing with their every word. Don't you agree?" I think she purposely said that when I would hear it.