I got this idea while I was reading a Colin Creevey story, which got me in the mood to write some Colin Creevey stuff (the story is What if? By Batmanfan12. It's nothing like this story, but it is probably the best Colin Creevey story I have ever read, so please go check out that author's story)
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Dear Colin,
I wrote you a letter two weeks ago, and you didn't reply. I guess you're busy with your magic classes and your new friends and your photography. Could you send me some pictures?
Nothing much is happening around here. There's a new lady on the block- Ms. Shephard- and she always gives Dad a big tip when he brings her milk on his run. Mom likes her, too, says she's fun to chat with. I don't know her too well. I brought her some cookies when she first moved in; Mom wanted to welcome her to the neighborhood.
School is boring. Brad still picks on me, but I know you'll straighten him out when you come home for Christmas. Oh, and I got an A plus on my history test, but the teacher still doesn't like me.
Please write soon.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
Why haven't you written? You've never gone this long without replying. You promised you wouldn't forget about me, Col! Please write back.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
I haven't heard from you in over a month. Please write. It's lonely without you here, and now you're not even writing!
-Dennis (remember me? I'm your brother. Don't forget about me)
Dear Colin,
Are you not getting my letters? Are you ignoring me? I guess I can ask you when you get home this month for Christmas.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
Now, I know something's up. You didn't come home for Christmas, and when I asked Mom and Dad, they looked at each other and told me you had the flu and couldn't travel. But you never get sick! Not even that year a hundred and twenty kids went home with the flu on the same day, and they had to shut down the school for a week while they disinfected the entire building. I got sick back then, and you used my tooth brush by mistake, and you still didn't get sick. Why would you get sick now?
Colin, please, if you're there, answer me. If you really are sick and can't do it yourself, ask someone else to do it. I just need to know you're okay.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
Happy New Year! We counted down without you and you and I didn't have our new years eating contest like we always do. Dad played some old eighties music, and we shared our new years resolutions, but it wasn't the same without you. Even Mom and Dad think so. They kept looking at your empty chair when we sat around the table to share our goals for the new year.
You haven't replied since November, and it's January now. You used to write three times a week or more. You're starting to scare me.
Where are you?
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
It's February second. I celebrated my birthday without you. Please write. I miss my big brother. Is anyone there?
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
Guess what? Julie Sanchez gave me a valentine today! I've had a crush on her for as long as I can remember and now I finally know she at least returns some feelings.
Are there any cute girls you have your eye on?
Who am I kidding? Why am I asking you questions? It's not like you'll reply.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
It's been over four months. You can't possibly be sick for this long, and if you were, they would've taken you to a hospital. Please, Colin. I'm worried. I'm your little brother, and I just want to know you're okay.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
Do you remember when I was six and broke my arm really badly? The doctors thought I'd never be able to use it again, but it healed okay.
Anyway, I've been thinking about that day, and I remember your pale face. I remember that you were crying more than I was. You were so worried, and back then, I didn't understand. We fought so much. In fact, you were the one who dared me to climb the tree. Why would you be so worried about the annoying pest you had for a brother?
I finally understand worry between brothers.
I know we fight all the time, but you're my best friend, Colin. I don't know what I'd do without you.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
You last replied on November 3rd. It's May 19th.
Where are you, Colin?
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
It's June first. Happy birthday, big bro. I hope you're having a great twelfth birthday.
-Dennis
Dear Colin,
It's the third week of June. You're supposed to come home tomorrow. You'd better be here.
-Dennis
Dennis came home the following day after football practice (for the Americans, he means soccer practice), and he walked into his room. His duffle bag hit the floor when he saw who was sitting on his bed.
Colin Creevey had returned.
Dennis attacked his brother, leaping at the older boy with flailing arms, pounding his tiny fists against Colin's chest.
"You jerk! Over eight months without a word! Do you know how worried I was? What happened?"
Colin laughed, which only infuriated the younger brother further.
"Oh, Dennis, have I got a story for you."
That was that. Probably way over done idea, but I thought I'd give it my best shot.
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