I was left alone once agian in the bathroom , and my thoughts came back to haunt me. I knew I was being selfish but I hated him for dying. We were all we had. Sure we were surrounded by a lot of people but they didn't give a damn about us. They already had thier lives sorted out with rich parents and a trust fund back home. Me and him had nothing to rely on. As soon as we turned 18 we planned to move to London and work in a cafe , eventually starting our own bakery ,and we would have a luxury modern apartment and each morning we would explore the streets of London looking for adventure. Now these dreams were shattered into a million pieces and I had nothing I could look forward to.
I spent hours staring at the wall,loosing track of time .Soon enough I heard the abrupt ringing of the bell to signal the end of school and I quickly made my way to my dorm to avoid the pupils who began spilling out the classroom.
I had the privilege of having my own dorm room,the girl I shared it with months ago moved to Tokyo with her parents and nobody has moved in since. My room was a mess,we had so much dormitarys that the staff only did a checkup once every 6 months. Ray always made me clean up though. He always used to sneak in and sleep on the floor and we would spend hours talking about life .His stuff was still scattered around the room. His hideous purple socks and the cream blanket and pillow he slept with. I could see his pencil case on the floor. I couldn't bare to pick anything up,If I did it would feel as if I was saying bye to him. It sounded so stupid but I left everything in case he came back,but deep down I knew he was 9 feet under and would never return. I opened my phone and there it was, a picture he took on my phone and set as my lock screen. His tounge was stuck out and his middle finger up,his brown wavy hair covering his eye brows and his blue eyes full of expression. He died in a car crash.He was speeding , they said. The car was already in need of mantinience , they said.And it was to late to turn , they said. So his car skidded of the cliff.And he died.
Somebody knocked on the door I got up and answered it, it was probably the teachers asking about my absence for half the day.
A guy around my age with a post bag stood outside.I looked at the tag around his neck. Brian Edwards,postal duty. I glanced at his face. Black eyes and blonde hair. There was a sense of familiarity about him. He probably went to a same class as me. "Erm Millificent fergie Brookes?"he asked looking at the letter in his hand. I nodded and said a quick thank you as he handed me the letter. I've never received a letter before. On the envelope my name,campus adress and dorm name and number was wrote in a perfect handwriting.
