Dear Teddy,
You've asked me, on multiple occasions to tell you what happened this year. I know you are worried and I know I should have informed you earlier of the situation or at least he should have, but it all happened so fast and I guess we just didn't think about informing you while it happened, because of all the drama.
Also, he asked me not to talk about it, but since the cat is now out of the hat, there's no point in not telling you now. He doesn't know I'm writing you this letter, but I know he'll be glad to have your support and I know you'll provide it.
Evidently, I wasn't aware of the situation since a few months ago, but I provide you with all the information I have learned from him, from other students and from well… the other party.
When I say I wasn't aware, I should say I wasn't perfectly sure, because you know I have an eye for those kinds of things, haven't I?
This story first starts with a glance, a brief, hurried look. The same sort of glance you give strangers on a bus when you think they're not looking. The type of look you would never think would ignite something. For them, though, it started a fire deep within themselves.
Did you know that before a forest fire starts, you can look up the trees with an infrared camera and see the heat accumulating in the branches and, suddenly, when the heat gets to a certain degree, it ignites the oxygen around the tree and that's when the fire actually starts. So, even if we can't see the flames, it doesn't mean the fire has not secretly begun.
Like any fire it took them by surprise, but reconsidering it, it shouldn't have, because when you play with fire in a room filled with highly flammable items, you should be ready to see everything around you catch fire and, also, you should be prepared to get burned.
I don't want you to think I blame them in any way, I just state that, sometimes, they just seemed to be attracted to drama and suffered without reason because of it, you'll see when you read the story and I'm sure you'll agree.
I know what I'm telling you is hard to believe, but upon reading this story, if you still don't believe that small, brief glances can ignite forest fires, well, there's nothing I can say to convince you.
Kisses,
Lily P.