Dear Phil,

The First Letter

"Phil? Mails here!" My mum shouted loudly up the stairs.

"Okay, mum." I called back, rolling onto my back. Why did she announce this? I hardly ever get mail, now that emails a thing. Who bothers with boring old letters anymore?

"Phil! You have a letter!"

Another college offer? Um, no.... I am just fine here, at home.

Sighing, I walked loudly downstairs, and into the kitchen.

"I have a letter?" I asked, wanting to get back upstairs already. Lord knows how long she'll keep me here.

"Yep! It's right on the table, dear." Mum said cheerfully, gesturing to the kitchen table.

"Any idea who it's from?" I asked. There wasn't a return address.

Mom glanced at me. "Hmm? Who?"

I gestured to the letter in my hands. It was sealed inside a regular old envelope, with a regular old stamp. Fun.

"Oh of course! It didn't have a return address, so I assumed you knew. It's always this way with boys, sending letters in secret clubs and things," she rambled.

Okay mom. I'm a little old for 'secret clubs and things.' Unless my YouTube channel counts as a club...

"Okay, thanks mum. I'll be down later." For dinner, of course. Otherwise I stay in my room.

So now I have a letter, which I tossed in the bin as soon as I got upstairs. It's not like I'd want to be in any "club". I had better things to do with my time.

Like searching for a college, my mind reminded me.

Right.

I sighed and turned on my computer.

I'd waited a few years before starting college, and now I can't seem to bring myself to actually go.

Talk about first world problems, I thought. I slammed my computer shut, and flopped onto my bed.

I took out my phone and began scrolling through youtube, like I normally do. Then something caught my eye.

It was the subscription bar.

It read: 58 new subscribers

58?!? Now I had 1,058 subscribers?!

I'd made those videos for fun, not for subscribers!!

And yet the number still read 1058.

Wow!

My video was full of comments and my email inbox was crammed with notifcations.

Wow.

I quickly set up my camera and set out to make a new video.

Halfway through, I remembered the letter I had thrown out. What if it was from a subscriber?

But how would they know my address? Oh right, that P.O. box I made a while ago. I guess mum picked it up or something.

I finished filming the video and turned my mom's camera off. I'd edit it later.

I flung myself across my bed and reached into the trash. Both were very bad ideas, as the first not only flung me across the bed, but also toppled me onto the floor, and then proceeded to know my trashcan all over my face.

Great. I should really do sports.

I shoved the garbage back into the bin and then cut open the letter. It read:

Dear Phil,

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Hahaha you'll have to wait for the next part!

So what did ya think?

Don't judge me too harshly, this is only my first fic.

Yay new timers

Yay

I'm a go

See ya

Bye

Why are you still here?

Go

Srsly

Bye now

♥