DAY TWO

"The Actor and the mailbox"

Jack walked into this grandmother's estate with a frown on his face. His parents had shipped him into remote Burgess, to his grandmother's estate where time had stopped. And by time had stopped, it means, no Internet, no phones, no laptops and computers. The very things that kept Jack entertained.

He loved his grandmother and as a child he would regularly visit his grandmother's estate every summer alongside his siblings, but as he grew older, the time he spent in his grandmother's estate lessened. He walked into the large mansion accompanied by his grandmother's caretaker, Cecily. He was lead to his room that was located in the second floor of the mansion, the same room he occupied during his younger years.

He hadn't seen his grandmother anywhere, and when he asked where she was, Cecily responded with a smile. It seems like his grandmother was somewhere in the estate, but he doesn't know where. Which is weird, since he spent so much time here when he was younger.

Jack walked around the estate for the first few days, familiarizing himself with the place. And still, three days have passed; he still hadn't seen his grandmother. He would definitely be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to seeing his grandma once again. By the fifth day, Jack had already loitered around the estate and basically knew where everything was.

Now all he was doing was lying down on the soft carpet of the living room while staring off into space. Seriously, such a nice house but there wasn't any television, it's like he went back to the pre-historic times. Jack sighed for the nth time and rolled over.

"I see you're having a leisurely time on the carpet, my dear grandson."

Jack stood up. "Grandma!" He hugged his grandma and showered her cheeks with kisses. "It has been a long time since I last came here. Where were you these past few days? I haven't seen you."

His grandma laughed at him and sat on the sofa. "I had something to do in the town. You don't have anything to worry about, Jack."

"Why don't you have any television here grandma?" He asked curiously.

"I don't need it. I have everything I ever need here."

"Don't you get bored though?"

His grandmother flashed him a smile and shook her head. "I have my garden to tend to, so I don't believe I would be bored. Cecily and Paul are here to keep me company as well."

Jack sighed as he melted into the sofa. "I feel so bored I want to die."

His grandmother clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Do you want to have some fun dear?"

Jack wondered what his grandmother would give him and nodded his head. "Then why don't you write a letter, addressed to nobody, and put it into the old mailbox in the back gate. Try to see what you'll receive."

Jack laughed in confusion. "You want me to write a letter and put it in the old mailbox? I don't think the postman would see it. The back gate is closed."

His grandmother stood up and smiled. "Try it." She said before disappearing into the kitchen. "I'll make you some pie." She chuckled.

Jack went back up to his room and scoffed. His grandmother still treated him as a child and he didn't like that. He was familiar with the old mailbox in the back gate, since he saw it during the third day of his stay in the estate. It was a small mailbox that looked like a house, its roof was painted red and the door was painted brown with a little bit of gold. It looked like something his grandmother used to use when she was still a child.

He sat in front of his table and lamented over his boredom. Suddenly, thoughts of that crafty movie queen flooded his mind and made his mood plummet to the ground. In front of him, sat a pen and a bunch of paper. Was he really going to do this? Well, it doesn't hurt to try. Jack thought to himself and picked up the pen and he started writing.

Dear Whoever you are,

I'm so angry. I hate how people are trying to pull me down and especially that woman who tried to frame me of taking her to bed. How dare she try to do that! Now I'm here with my grandmother in the countryside like what my dad said to me. To live a quiet life away from social media, away from my phone and away from the silver screen. I am very bored. My grandmother has a large library, but I don't like reading. At least not anymore. I can't probably live without my phone, I'd feel like I would die. I really have no idea how writing a letter works, so I'm just going to talk about how stupid this is. Nobody will ever read this anyway, I suspect my grandmother just told me about this to make a fool out of me. She always had that kind of character. But it's not that bad. And I'm pretty much bored! Gah! Save me please.

From,
Jackson Overland Frost

Jack walked toward the back of the mansion and walked to ward the back gate where the mailbox was located. The small envelope was tucked in his hand and he pushed it into the mailbox, not thinking much of it. He closed the door and put the flag up before turning around and walking into the house with a sigh.

The next day, after Jack had finished his daily routine, he took a walk toward the back gate and saw the flag of the mailbox still up. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. How stupid of him to believe what his grandmother said. Jack nodded and opened the mailbox to retrieve his letter, but when he reached into it, his hand brushed on a piece of envelope. And when he pulled it out of the mailbox, a pretty little sky blue envelope with a white wax seal and tied with beautiful snow white flowers he had never seen before, replaced his cheap letter.

What…is this?

Did his grandmother perhaps pull a prank on him? Surely she did? She used to do this when he was a child as well…It wasn't completely out of the question. Jack chuckled to himself after concluding that it was his grandmother's doing.

He decided to walk back to his room and open the letter his Grandmother had written for him. When he cut the letter open, a small piece of pastel blue parchment that smelled of whatever this delightful smell was greeted his nose and of course, his eyes. And when he opened the letter, a beautifully written letter adorned the parchment. The person's handwriting was in an elegant and delicate cursive, at least to Jack it was. Was it really his grandmother who wrote this? After all, he had seen his grandmother's handwriting and it was nowhere near as elegant as this was.

Dearest Intruder,

First of all, I have no idea how you broke into my chambers in the evening without alerting all the imperial guards stationed outside my door. I am still quite perplexed as to how your letter ended up in my letterbox. How peculiar this is. And secondly, I am terribly sorry to hear of your painful circumstances. If it makes you feel better, I am going through quite the similar experiences here, although it doesn't involve women being put into my chambers and onto my bed.

Jack chuckled. The person who wrote this letter must be some rich and posh person, judging by the way they are speaking and how the letter was written. He felt that whoever wrote this letter was quite a quirky person. They must be a fun person to hang out with.

The countryside where your grandmother resides must be quite picturesque. I barely have any time to visit my grandmother, so I highly envy you Mr. Intruder. It must be fun for you to be with your grandmother after quite some time. I assume that. And what is this social media you are talking about? How interesting this is. Our palace has a library as well! My sister and I have individual libraries, but it would never be as huge as our father's. If you're bored about reading your grandmother's books, then would it be all right to recommend you a book I enjoy? I don't know if you have the exact same copy in your library, but considering the fact that you do have a library, I am going to assume you do!

Certainly enough, this person had the knack of making him smile. Maybe he should go and visit his grandmother tomorrow to ask her about this letter she sent. Jack felt bad he wasn't spending as much time as he did with her when he was much younger. Maybe this was his grandmother's way of telling him to go visit her when he's bored? Jack laughed.

Ah…before I forget. What is a phone? What are these words I have never learned before. Perhaps I need to read more. It was nice meeting you Mr. Intruder, or shall I say Mr. Jackson Overland Frost.

Keenly awaiting your response,
Elsa Rohanova of Arendelle

Shocking enough, Jackson picked up a pen and a paper to write a response to his penpal. The person, Elsa, who he clearly thought was his grandmother. What harm would this even do? He shook his head and smiled before writing another response to this strange yet very entertaining person.