Post by mationix on Jun 30, 2014 22:00:53 GMT -5
Cecelia pushed her brown hair from her eyes, staring down at the blank paper in front of her. Her mother had heard about this program for teenagers, who were in a military family, to send letters to one another, to promote a sense of belonging or knowing someone. It had been her mother's idea to start talking to someone, and Cecelia had gotten someone named Misha. Though Cecelia kept complaining about writing to this person, she secretly enjoyed talking to Misha. She was actually pretty cool, despite first awkward letters the two sent. But what was there to talk about now...? She had been wanting to talk to Misha for a while now, it had been weeks since Cecelia's last letter, though she had been struggling for the right words. Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes and slowly opened them, grabbing a pen and pressing it against the paper.
Dear Misha,
I'm really sorry for not sending you a letter for a while, though I've been...busy. See, my science teacher apparently hates me and set me up alongside one of the populars at my school. Long story short, he's been trying to explain to me the whole Chemistry thing, though I swear he's not speaking English. It's frustrating, because he acts like the subject is child's play and I should get it almost immediately. You'll be proud to know that I have not punched him....yet.
All that aside, how have you been? My father was deployed again. I have no idea when he'll be back. It's lonely here, my mom and sister seem to be at each other's throats even more than usual. You know how I hate cheesy things, though I just want you to know that I've enjoyed these past few letters. Despite us not seeing each other -for all I know, you're a hairy guy who's in your mother's basement eating away your life with cheese puffs-, it's like I can tell you about my life and you won't...you know, look at me weirdly.
You may now laugh and roll your eyes at this cheesy letter.
But cheesiness aside, I really do appreciate you putting up with me. I still say it would be awesome to meet you in person, but alas, my mother is still psycho about meeting people "online" (even though she's the one who set this thing up, hypocrite much?) I promise to keep up on these letters.
-Cecelia
She got to her feet and folded the letter into an envelope. As she headed downstairs, the screaming of her mother and sister intensified, and she rolled her eyes. As she stepped outside, she stood there for a moment, basking in the cool air of the night. She crept along the grass and slid the envelope into the mailbox and crept back inside. Despite this being a small thing, this was always a small ray in Cecelia's life.
Dear Misha,
I'm really sorry for not sending you a letter for a while, though I've been...busy. See, my science teacher apparently hates me and set me up alongside one of the populars at my school. Long story short, he's been trying to explain to me the whole Chemistry thing, though I swear he's not speaking English. It's frustrating, because he acts like the subject is child's play and I should get it almost immediately. You'll be proud to know that I have not punched him....yet.
All that aside, how have you been? My father was deployed again. I have no idea when he'll be back. It's lonely here, my mom and sister seem to be at each other's throats even more than usual. You know how I hate cheesy things, though I just want you to know that I've enjoyed these past few letters. Despite us not seeing each other -for all I know, you're a hairy guy who's in your mother's basement eating away your life with cheese puffs-, it's like I can tell you about my life and you won't...you know, look at me weirdly.
You may now laugh and roll your eyes at this cheesy letter.
But cheesiness aside, I really do appreciate you putting up with me. I still say it would be awesome to meet you in person, but alas, my mother is still psycho about meeting people "online" (even though she's the one who set this thing up, hypocrite much?) I promise to keep up on these letters.
-Cecelia
She got to her feet and folded the letter into an envelope. As she headed downstairs, the screaming of her mother and sister intensified, and she rolled her eyes. As she stepped outside, she stood there for a moment, basking in the cool air of the night. She crept along the grass and slid the envelope into the mailbox and crept back inside. Despite this being a small thing, this was always a small ray in Cecelia's life.
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