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Rejected
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"You've got all the right friends in all the right places;
Yeah, we're going down." -OneRepublic
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"Good luck with your…whatever it is," Matt concluded awkwardly. "Jeez, Lin, do you have to be so mysterious?"
"Yep," the blonde fifteen-year-old replied, flashing a smile that would only be revealed as weak under intense observation. "Thanks."
The gamer grinned in a lopsided sort of way. "See you around then." And he was gone.
Linda waited till she could no longer see his back, then bolted.
She said her apologies to whoever she bumped into but didn't bother hanging around to see if they accepted the halfhearted 'sorry'. She was in a hurry. The letter might have come today.
The very idea of that letter had lingered in the back of her mind for a long time, and finally she had written something that would warrant a response in this form. Just getting her request through to the person she wanted an answer from, she'd had to pull every string she could, call in every favor she'd amassed. And after her own letter had been posted, the possibility of a response haunted her to the point where she could barely focus on anything else.
Linda found herself in front of her room, and with trembling fingers threw open the door.
There. On the bedside table. A thin, pale, nondescript envelope.
Swallowing hard, she moved forward, shutting the door behind her. She slowly grabbed the envelope and peeled it open, being ridiculously careful not to rip any part of it.
The letter, the response, the sheet of paper in her quivering hand. Shimmering eyes closed.
Her future. Her freedom. Her release. Her fondest wish-would it be granted or burned? The answer lay written on this plain piece of paper.
Nodding to herself with false confidence-a thin veil for terror-she unfolded the paper, read the contents…
And dropped it.
A strange, unidentifiable numbness was spreading throughout her body. Her heart, which had been pounding so desperately hard moments ago, now seemed to have stopped entirely.
Wetness on her face, salty-tasting water sliding down pale cheeks in thin, tickling trails. She wondered if it was rain, before realizing that she wasn't outside.
Sinking to her knees, Linda wondered if this was what had driven A, one of Wammy's Prodigal Three, to his suicide.
Because if it was, she could understand him completely.
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To Miss Linda, in response to her letter:
Your request to leave Wammy's House three years early has been denied.
Please continue to work hard.
L.
-:Fin
A/N: Huzzah for vague drabbles! Strange..I didn't write much of Linda before, but now I can't seem to get her off of my mind..