My Apology
To a Friend, From a Friend
By Morning Glory
To a friend, Olivia,
I hope you forgive me and, please, read this letter till the end. I just wanted to say how very sorry I am; all I want is to tell you that I made a big mistake when I decided to take Jack and Race up on the foolish bet. I have had 3 long months to think about what I had done, and this apology is long over due.
I know I did wrong, but believe when I say that I made a mistake. When I made the bet I didn't know you very well at all. I hadn't taken the time to do so. You are an amazing person to be around once you get through the tough exterior. I want you to know that I have learned for my mistake.
I know you must be upset still and I can perfectly understand why. I'm aware of the extent of my mistake. I understand the sad and hurtful situation I put you in because of what I did. My mistake was inappropriate and I directed it towards the person who least deserved it. I never meant to let it go that far.
I trust you have a big heart and I honestly hope you will be able to give me a second chance at being your friend. I promise you on everything I own, my very being that I will be a better friend to you. I will never hurt you again.
I understand if you still don't forgive me, I know if it were me I would have a hard time doing the same, but you aren't like me. You have a kind soul and I hope you'll give me that second chance. I cherish our friendship and hope that we can talk again soon.
Your friend,
Skittery
I couldn't stay asleep that night. I couldn't get the thought of Olivia crying again because of me out of my head. She was in my dreams as well, what did this girl have over me that I couldn't just stop thinking about her?
After tossing and turning over in my bunk a couple of times I decided to get up. I swore I had felt Bumlets below me kick the bottom of the bunk as a warning to stop all my movement. I sat on my bunk looking down towards Olivia, who was sleeping. I noticed that the letter was still in her hand. At least she hadn't shredded it to pieces or crumpled it up tossing it across the bunkroom. I took this as a sign of hope, maybe I shouldn't though. Olivia thoroughly confused me. Maybe, just maybe I felt that she could find it in her heart to forgive me. It had taken me a couple hours to write the letter. I pulled from everything that a girl had ever told me they liked to hear from guys. Not that I talked to too many girls. But when I was around Medda's sometimes I heard the girls talking about how lousy some of their boyfriends were, so maybe I borrowed a couple of things. The apology was still heartfelt and thoughtful, wasn't it?
I heard Kloppman's heavy footsteps up to the bunkroom, soon every one would be awake, and the chaos of the morning would begin. I was half hoping that Olivia would have been u at the same time I was. I wanted to talk to her while it was quiet, no one shouting to get a move on it, or shoving into you to get by.
Before the door opened I slipped down off my bunk and started to make my way to the washroom. I was thinking whether I should seek out Olivia, but she had made it obvious over the last three months that she didn't want me around. Plus I didn't want to seem over baring and pushy. Maybe I would let her come find me if she wanted to talk. Now I began to wonder if she would come talk to me first. Girls were so confusing. This whole apology thing was so confusing. Sometimes I over thought things, and this was one of those times.
Kloppman walked through the door and started to call out my name, but he saw I was awake already, then moved on to the next sleeping newsie until. I headed into the washroom now to start another long day of selling papers with rotten headlines. I wasn't even going to pretend to be enthusiastic in selling today.
I pulled my suspenders up over my pink long johns, and then washed my face quickly. I kept glancing over towards the bunkroom. I finished quickly. Yawning and stretching my arms above my head I walked out of the washroom right smack into Olivia. I stumbled back putting my arms down quickly. I looked down at her noticing the note tucked in her hip pocket. I held a smile back.
"Watch where you're going." Olivia said to me, her voice was soft. I could see a small hint of a smile on her face, or what could have been a smile. Did this mean she had forgiven me? I sure hoped it did, these were the first words that she had spoken to me in a couple months now.
I stepped to the side to let her into the washroom. I caught her arm lightly careful not to startle her; last thing I wanted was to get punched in the face this early in the morning, "I'm sorry." I said softly.
Livia looked up at me and nodded, "I know, see you at the distribution office." I couldn't believe it; she was actually talking to me again. Hopefully when I met her at the distribution office she wouldn't just blow me off. She wasn't like that was she? She wouldn't do that not after I wrote that letter to her. Now I began to over think the situation again. I pulled on my button up shirt and roughly placed my gray cabby hat on my messy mop of hair. I was in a bad mood now, even though I knew I shouldn't be.
