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Dean
The school had an idea - Pen Pals. Of course, it wasn't the kind where you'd be writing to someone in a different school, no...we'd be paired up with another person, in the same school - in any grade. It was taking place during our English lessons, one person of each pair being told to start off the conversation by introducing themselves, without telling the other person their name - we had to sign off using a pen name... It was stupid - no one wanted to do it... Why would we? It was a waste of time!
But we had no choice.
So, that was why I was currently writing the first letter to my 'Pen Pal'.
Dear... Whoever you are,
I'm going to be honest with you - I don't want to do this. It's stupid and annoying. Honestly, I'd much rather be doing Math and I hate Math! Anyway, I suppose that, since we're being forced to do this, I might as well do this properly.
I'm a Junior at this Godforsaken school. I made the wrestling team, I do well in school - pretty much everyone is shocked by that - and I can make friends easily. Well, I say easily, it depends on what the person is like. Sometimes I can tell whether someone is alright or not during our first meeting, other times I can't.
If you haven't already guessed, I'm a dude. I have a younger brother - he's four years younger than me and, I swear, the kid is an encyclopaedia of weirdness! Not kidding - he knows way too much creepy stuff for a 12 year old! I live at home with the kid, plus my dad - I've had to take care of the kid a lot, since dad is always being dragged off to work for ridiculous amounts of time, which isn't his fault. My mom died when I was four, my brother was six months old - exactly six months old... I'll spare you the details - I don't really like to talk about it. I'm protective - of my brother, of my friends, of my family...pretty much of anyone I care about. All fights I get in here at the school is because someone has made some comment about someone I care about and...I just can't take it.
I suppose that's enough for the first letter... So just, you know, tell me about you and we'll see what happens.
From, your new Pen Pal,
The Hunter.
As I looked up from signing off the letter, I noticed how everyone else was still scribbling away, some people looking so enthusiastic about being able to communicate with this unknown person within the school.
I swear, some people were such dorks.
Castiel
I had to wait until the end of the day for my English class - I had to wait to find out if my 'Pen Pal' would be open to talking with me... Knowing my luck, that wouldn't happen. For me, this was one of the best things the school had ever done - for someone who was so awkward and could hardly talk to people...for someone who had hardly any friends.
I wasn't a jock... I was the nerdy guy that sat in the front of the class - the one that put his head down and did the work, the one that was shoved into lockers and beaten up at least once a day. For me, the Pen Pal system was a blessing!
I sat at my desk, leg bouncing up and down as I waited in anticipation for the letter. That was if I had a letter... I mean, there was always the possibility that the person I had been paired with had decided not to write one at all - it was possible. If it was going to happen to anyone, it was going to be me. But I didn't know, because I had to wait until my teacher had explained how the lessons like this were going to work. I just wanted to know. I already knew how the lessons were going to work, everyone did - we would get the letter, we would read the letter and we would spend the rest of the lesson responding to that letter. For some reason, they felt the need to go over that with us.
It took a long fifteen minutes for my teacher to explain - you would think that, being in a class of other students getting top grades, they would want to do the work. Unfortunately, this was not the case. But, fifteen minutes after the lesson had started, my teacher started handing out the letters. The letters at the top were the ones that had been handed in last - that much was obvious - and, with how long it was taking to even get to me, it didn't take a genius to figure out that I was near the end of not getting one at all. However, I was surprised to find that, when my teacher was down to the last letter, I was the only one without one. I couldn't help but smile when I saw it - compared to the other ones I had managed to glance at, mine was far longer...
Reading through the letter, I was glad to find that, even though he did not want to participate, he would take this seriously and, you know, actually participate. It made me hopeful that, maybe, we could get along - even just a little bit.
Even though I was the last and my letter was the longest, I was the first person to start writing my reply to 'Hunter'. Suddenly, I wished that it wasn't anonymous.
Dear The Hunter,
Like you, I am also a male Junior, though I am one of the youngest in our grade. One of my older brothers is also a Junior, though we are not twins - where he was born in September, I was born in August. Unlike most, I am fairly, I suppose excited is the right word to use here, for this process - you may excel at making friends with new people, I find it difficult and only had a couple of friends to speak of... Well, they're more acquaintances than friends...
Anyway, as I have mentioned, I too am not an only child. I am the youngest of 5 brothers - the eldest being 24, my second brother being 21, my third brother being 19, my forth brother being 17 now and me being 16. My eldest brother takes care of us the most - much like you with your younger brother. However, instead of this being because our father is being dragged away by his work and has no control over it like yours, but because he up and left us all when I was only 10 years old. I don't remember much about him, only that he drank a lot after my mother committed suicide a few days before my sixth birthday...
I don't partake in any sports - many people would class me as a 'nerd', and they're probably right. Though I do take part in a few clubs around the school - I won't bore you with what they are... I enjoy school, mainly because I can get away from my arguing brothers, but also because I do well and I genuinely like it. Is that sad? My 19 and 17 year old brothers make fun of me for enjoying and doing well at school, whilst the 24 year old is pleased I seem to want to do something with my life - the 21 year old couldn't care any less, he only tries to make life as difficult for our eldest brother as possible...
If I haven't sent you running for the hills with this letter, then I very much look forward to your reply. And thank you - for being one of the ones to treat this properly. I honestly thought you wouldn't even write one... So, thank you.
From, your new Pen Pal,
The Angel
P.S. I'm assuming by your Pen Name that you - and your father - are a Hunter. I'm sure, guessing by mine, you will be able to tell what I am.
Signing the letter with my extremely un-creative Pen Name, I looked up and out of the window to my right. My class room looked over the Quad, where some Angels and humans and supernatural creatures were skipping lessons - it was always a nice view though. As I stared out of the window, I couldn't help but wonder what 'Hunter' was like. If, maybe, I could actually have a friend, even if it was just on paper.
I let myself imagine for a while, letting my mind drift slightly but, in the end, I had to shake my head and return to the real world. He would get bored of me or want nothing to do with me, just like everyone else.
Dean
The next day, we were given the replies from our Pen Pals - now we had the joy of writing the letters in our own time, handing them in by three thirty, so they didn't interfere with our lesson time.
I didn't get a chance to read the letter when it was handed to me, my teacher launching into the lesson but, what I saw of it, whoever it was had quite neat handwriting, neater than Sam's. I couldn't really concentrate with the lesson - for some reason, I just wanted to read the letter. I didn't even want to do this crappy thing, but I wanted to see what they had said, see what they were like.
I never thought the lesson would finish.
I didn't get a chance to read the letter until lunch, sitting at the table with Sam and our friends - Benny, Chuck, Kevin, Jess, Charlie, Jo, Ash, Garth, Becky and Barry - a mix of people from both of our grades. I read through the letter slowly, trying to get an idea of the guy as I read it, whilst Sam read it over my shoulder. It was amazing how open he was already, practically spilling his family life to me... I suppose, since he didn't really have friends, he didn't understand that that was something you kept for further down the line. The guy sounded alright, not a total weirdo... I suppose I could see myself getting along with him - it didn't matter if he was an Angel.
"You got paired with one of the Angels too?" Sam grinned, snatching the letter out of my hand.
"What do you think you're doing, Bitch?" I sighed, loosely grabbing his wrist as he tried to pull away.
"I think our Pen Pals are brothers!"
As Sam said this, he pulled out a letter of his own, handing it to me instead of my one. I, quickly, scanned through the letter, noting how the guy described his family in a similar way to my own Pen Pal...
"That's so weird..." Barry - one of Sam's best friends - commented, launching into how the school must have set it up like that on purpose.
It was strange how Sammy and I ended up with our Pen Pals being brothers - if they were brothers... But they had to be, there was too much evidence to support the theory.
Handing Sam back his letter, I noticed how mine had now ended up in Jo's hands, the blonde scanning through the writing carefully, frowning slightly.
"Winchester, you better not screw this up for him." Jo told me, the threat of her mother finding out clear in her tone.
"Bite me." I muttered, rolling my eyes as I stole the page back.
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