AN: Hello readers! This is the first fanfiction that I've published. I'd really love to hear what you think so please review. Now onto the reading!
Chapter 1:
It had taken two hours, and many sheets of paper, but I finally wrote the letter. Why was I spending so much time on writing a letter that not one soul (especially the soul intended) would see? There wasn't an easy answer to that.
Of course I never expected him to read it. I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I mean, he was dead fifteen years before I was even born! At first, the letter was just a fan tribute for what would've been, his seventy-second birthday, but after a couple entries, it turned into something, more deep, and meaningful. In the end, I was satisfied with what I wrote.
Actually, I was actually so pleased with it, that if I had the opportunity, I would've send it. That was disappointing part of writing a piece I enjoyed, not being able to share it with the person that it was meant for. I put my letter in a crisp clean white envelope, licked the sticky side, and sealed it up. I looked at the letter glumly for a moment. I didn't find this fair. Some of his biggest fans didn't get to save up a months allowance to buy his new album, didn't get to eagerly wait by the television for hours to here him be interviewed, and never got to talk to there friends about how great his music is, or in my case get to send him a letter that I wrote with all my heart.
The more I thought about what fans of today didn't get to experience, the more I realized how much I really did want to send this letter. Why should I let the line between life, and death stop me from letting my message be heard? What harm would mailing it do? Worse thing that could happen, was giving the mailman in Timbuktu a laugh. But deep down inside there was a hope that he would receive it, which eventually made me scrawl out on the front:
Mr. Lennon
The Afterlife
I was about to take it to the mailbox when I realized what I was doing. I let out a small chuckle at my foolish behavior. Sending a letter to a man whose been dead for over thirty years, to a mailing address as just "The Afterlife." Thinking that the John Lennon would read my letter. Yeah right! I rolled my eyes, ready to tear up the letter. But as I looked down, I bit my lip.
Why not, I already wrote the thing, right? I looked down at the envelope, and after hesitating for a moment, I scribbled down in the left-hand corner my address. Might as well make it look real. I grabbed a sheet of stamps from the cupboard. Making sure no one was looking I stuck three stamps on the right side of the envelope.
Feeling very dumb, I walked down my drive way, and plopped the letter in the mailbox. I was about to put up the metal, red, rusty flag up, when my mother came over from raking the leaves.
"Ella, I can't believe there's already leaves on the ground in late September!" Mom complained, wiping the sweat from her forehead. I nodded in agreement. "I see you're finally done with the letter." She said. "Finally is right!" I sighed. "Well grandma's going to be so happy when she arrives in Florida, to see your letter." Mom said. I told my mom earlier that I was going to be writing a letter to my grandma who just went to her second home in Florida, which I had done, before I wrote John's letter.
"That's the payoff." I cheered, somewhat sarcastically. My mom didn't notice, she just went back to raking, like she always did. Never noticing what's really going on.
I put the flag on the mailbox up, and turned to walk back inside. I was mid-step when I heard a somewhat loud, "Whoooosh," coming from the mailbox. My mom looked up quickly, but not quickly enough to see what I did, the letter flying straight up into the air like an airplane.
AN: *Gasp* a cliff hanger! I hope you liked it! You can tell me what you think in a handy dandy review!
Peace and Love- RRR