Michael's Misadventures

Chapter 2: My Best Friend, the Stalker

Dear ******,

Geez, I feel like I haven't written to you in a while. Sorry about that, my dog ran away for a little bit, but it's okay; we found him whimpering in the neighbor's bushes. He wasn't injured or anything, just completely starved, thank God. He's eating lots of food right now.

Anyways, how's life? Mine's just dandy. Mom made my favorite food, spaghetti with lots of oregano, last night, so life's good. Y'know, aside from the crappy town that I live in.

Speaking of this crappy town, did I mention that there were some shady people that live here? Well, if I didn't, there are some pretty shady people that live here. There's this girl, Brittany, and she'll just stand in the middle of the road, waiting for cars. It's pretty funny, actually, because when a car comes towards her, she'll just run away like a madma- er, woman. Why she does it, I don't know. Maybe it gives her an adrenaline rush. Maybe she's just demented.
Brittany's really pretty though, believe it or not. She has prefect, and I mean perfect curly blonde hair, she's not too skinny, her makeup is always on point, and she smells like peaches (Side-note: I really like peaches). One time, I approached her while she was on the road, waiting for cars, and told her how pretty she was. All she did was look at me and say, "Awe, you're so cute! Now leave before any cars come, okay?" I wasn't sure how to react to that, but I complied. I've been wondering what she's up to, I haven't seen her lately since then. I hope she didn't get run over...

I have a best friend, or, at least I like to think so. He's always with me, but we don't really talk that much. Just the occasional, "Hey, what's up?" I don't really know what he looks like either; most of the time, he's out of my sight. Is that what you call a stalker? Does that make my best friend a stalker? Is that a bad thing? Oh well, I'm not too worried about it. He's nice. That's all that matters in my eyes. All someone has to do is be nice to me and I'll respect them. Some people call me a pushover for acting that way, but that's just my personality, and there's no way I can change that.

My cat just sneezed. Do you think I should call a vet, ******? I probably should, Rhex doesn't look that good. Wouldn't it be funny if cats were allergic to humans? I wonder if that's an actual thing. I'll have to Google it later.

I like writing to you, ******, it calms me. I apologize for my randomness and how deep I can get. Sometimes I just can't help myself, but, like I said, it calms me.

Please write back ASAP!

Sincerely,
Michael Burd :)