Letters to Luke || 5SOS #Wattys2015

- 11 - L y r a - The Best Christmas Yet

- Thursday, December 22th - 

"Okay, let's see. . . Boots, clothes, jacket, gloves, scarves, hat, phone, phone charger, books, games, pen and paper, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush. . . what am I missing? Oh! Undergarments. . .and. . is it worth it? Yeah. Some art supplies. . . Okay, that's everything, two bags. Wow. Okay, now I just have to get out of the house without my bags being checked. Maybe I could climb out the wind-- Oh. My. God."

It was snowing. A lot. There was already about a foot and a half of snow on the ground, and it was still snowing. This never happens. Usually it's warm enough to wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt until february, then we get snow. But not this year. This year, it was actually snowing before Christmas. Roxie and I got our wish. And as exciting as this is, it means that I definitely can't climb out the window. It would be obvious I had tried to leave without them noticing. I'm going to have to risk leaving through the door. At least dad isn't home yet. I jumped up and rushed to put on my shoes and gloves. I grabbed my bags and hurried downstairs.

"I'm going now! Bye!"

"Can you not come back?" My mother called as I shut the door.

I ignored her and ran down the driveway, just as the mail truck was pulling up to our mailbox.

"Hi! How're you?" I asked the mailwoman.

"I'm great! What's your name dear? I don't think I've seen you before. But there's another girl who usually comes running out to meet me from this house."

"Oh. My name is Lyra. Marie is my sister. She loves getting the mail. I used to, but I let Marie get in it now. She's at a friends at the moment, and I'm on my way to meet up with a couple friends as well. We're going to one of their old family friends house for a couple nights. The three of us have been going a several times a year since we were 14."

"Oh! You're Lyra! I haven't seen you since you were five. I remember when you would come running out just like your sister! You know, for the first time that I can remember, there's a letter for you in here. I suppose that's why you let Marie get it now? There's almost always something for her in here."

"You got it."

"Well, here's your letter, and I'll put the rest into the mailbox for your sister to get when she gets home."

"Okay."

The lady handed me a letter, put a few more into the mailbox and continued driving up the road. I turned the opposite way and looked at the letter as I walked. It was addressed to me in messy handwriting, but it was neater than Ella's writing. I looked at the return address, and froze on the crosswalk.

Luke Hemmings

74 Avondale Drive

Mount Ousley NSW, 2519*

"Oh. My. God."

Luke Hemmings. Luke Hemmings wrote to me. Luke Hemmings, received and read my letters, and found me important enough to reply to.

Suddenly, I was back in reality. A car was coming towards me, and they were showing no signs of stopping, though they were honking like crazy. I screamed and ran across the sidewalk, and the car just missed me. They continued driving.

"Rude."

I stared at the letter for a few more minutes before putting it in one of my bags.

 

The walk to Roxie's is a very long one. Her street alone takes half an hour to walk. I was shivering in minutes, even though I had several layers on. The walk takes me even longer because I like to take pictures (using my phone) on Roxie's road because it's all so pretty. And it's even more beautiful when it's covered in the pristine white snow.