Kurt Hummel

My name is Kurt Hummel. I am 6. I have a daddy and a mummy that love me very much. They look after me very well and they told me to write this letter. They said when I'm older I can read this and it will be nice for me. I think its kinda cool that older me will read this. I have just had my sixth birthday and I got a puppy. We have called her Lucy. I love her. I love mummy and daddy too. Mummy has been ill lately and Daddy is looking after her. I hope she gets better soon. I have to go for dinner now but I'll write again soon. Bye bye Kurt.

Kurt Hummel whipped a tear from his eye and put the piece of paper down. He looked at the smudgled pencil marks and the picture at the bottom of the page. A small stick boy on green grass with a badly drawn dog. A smiling sun in the corner of the page looking down on both the little boy and the dog. He smiled and stood walking over to his desk and looking at the pin up board above his head. Photo's of himself and all of New Direction. Some of him and the girls on shopping trips and even a few of him in football gear with the football team. There was one of him stood next to his mum and dad when he was six a small puppy next to him. A small spot under that photo was left blank and he took a pit out of the board and stuck it through the paper and onto the board. He smiled as his eyes wondered over the board that was on his white wall of his bedroom. He sat on his bed and lifted the small, dirty and a little rust sliver box to his lap. On the top of the box it had encarved 'Kurt Hummle'. He ran his thin pale fingers over the indented letters and then ran them over the seal of the box. He opened it and ran his eyes over the, what seem like millions of letters in side the box. They were from many people. They were from everyone he had the honour to meet. Having moved to a different school now he thought it would be nice to read at least a few of them. He had read the one letter and as he looked over the rest he decided it was not time to read the rest. That time would come when he was old and grey incapable of getting up stairs without help. "You ready to go Kurt?" Kurt jumped a little and looked over to his door to his dad stood there. "Dad can I take the pin up board please?" Burt smiled at his son and gave a nod walking over and seeing the letter he let a tear slip as he ran his old and rough finger over the picture. "I'm going to miss you kiddo." Kurt stood and gave his father a hug. "I'm gonna miss you too but I'm going to be safe at Dalton." Burt nodded and held his son for a while before holding at arms length smiling and kissing the top of Kurt's head. Kurt smiled as Burt let go and lifted the board off the wall and carried out to the car. Kurt walked over to the door and stopped turning around and looking at his room. His eyes playing out all the memories he had in this room. Smiling Kurt turned out his light out and closed the door.