Price Residence, August 29th, 2008

'This is so stupid...'

I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me; empty and barren. I begin tapping my pen off the desk, leaving little blue streaks of ink every time the tip grazed the beat up wooden surface.

'This is such bullshit; I don't get how this is supposed to help me with anything.'

After a few more minutes of tapping I let out a frustrated sigh and throw the pen down onto the desk, It ends up landing on the blank sheet; leaving an angry blue line on the other wise clean white paper.

'Great... well at least it's something.'

I look away from the sullied paper and turn my attention to the window; not really looking at anything in particular. There wasn't anything out the ordinary, Blue skies, green grass, chipped,weathered siding on various houses and building's, some guy walking his dog... and letting it crap on Mr. Sanders front lawn.

I crack a small smile 'Okay that was worth looking out the window for. Asshole deserves it for getting my board confiscated last month.

My smile disappears as quick as it came when I look back at the paper. It lays there; mocking me with the lack of words that I was to assemble into Dr. Allen's latest attempt to 'Help Me'. I don't get how writing some dumb letter was going to make me feel better; especially when the person I'm writing to will never get to read it.

I let out a small puff of air and I pushed away from my desk and rolled over to my Hi-Fi system. I hit the power button and turn the volume up; not really caring about what music played. A moment later soft drum beats and strange guitar riffs fill the quite room.

'Hmm... I don't remember adding anything like this to any of my CD's'

I lean back into the chair and close my eyes, letting the soft music fill my ears and tapping my fingers against my leg to the beat.

'I wrote you a letter but I threw it away, I knew I would; I would if I waited a day...'

My eyes snap back open after I hear the first line, "Seriously?" I mutter, while shooting a dirty look at the Hi-Fi system. Even my own music is mocking me... so much for using that as a distraction.

'It made me feel better, what I had to say, I knew it would, it did, but I waited.'

As the song plays on the lyrics further begin to prove that the universe is indeed dicking with me yet again. Like it hasn't already done that enough already.

'Fuck it'

I close my eyes again letting the song play out in the background. Despite the lyrics hitting a little to close to home I actually find myself kind of liking it.

Eventually I end up rolling back over to my desk. I crumple up the pen streaked paper and toss it into the bin next to me, not really caring if it went in. I grab a fresh sheet out of my school bag and pick up the discarded pen. My hand hovers over the paper for a minute before I force myself to write the first line of the letter

Hey Max,...