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Chapter 2 only through words does the soul lie
Townsville high was quiet, the day had become rainy after the first few periods. Three male students were in their last period, English and today was the day they received their letters from their pen pals at the Townsville asylum. "Hey Brick why do you always get so many damn letters from your crazy, mine only gives me one" Butch the raven haired male Said to his redheaded brother.
"One you don't know if they are that crazy, two I enjoy reading the letters. She always sounds lonely when she writes though" Brick scanned his red eyes over the letter he chose to read today.
Dear Pen pal
How are you? Have you been well since we wrote last? I have been alright, the routine here is pretty boring if you ask me. I have been reading old fairytales recently and not the little kid books either, actual stories a 17 year old girl like me would read. Do you read too? They recently allowed us access to the library here, I had wished we got to earlier. Since you asked my name I left it on the envelope for you. It is a thanks from me for giving me something to look forward to everyday.
I don't have a luxury like that here so having someone like a you is a small taste of freedom. All I have is my sisters here, but I do love them very much even if we don't always get along. Do you have siblings? I never asked that yet? My sisters are Bubbles and Buttercup. They are here with me, they have pen pals too even though they don't take it a seriously as I do.
Well it's almost shower time for us so I'll tell you more in my letter for you tomorrow. I hope like always that we can meet in person someday soon.
Sincerely
Your Pen Pal
"What does it say?" Boomer, Brick's youngest blond brother asked him. "I like to keep the letters between us Boom, she is like a friend of mine so I should leave some sort between us" Brick replied looking for the envelope he carelessly opened to get to her letter.
He found it and scanned it smiling when he saw what the was looking for, her name written in the same beautiful cursive each of her letters were written in. 'Blossom... her name is Blossom, such a beautiful name' Brick thought with a smile. "Woah she gave you her name?!" Butch whispered in surprise.
"Yeah she did" Brick was happy about this, he was the only one in their class who made friends with his pen pal now even receiving her name. He felt happy that the could help someone in a situation like hers. "Attention class, since you have had the same pen pal for every English class since your junior year we have gotten word from the asylum that you all may meet your pen pals, so have this form returned by next week." Their teacher Mrs. Stevens said writing the date of the field trip on the black chalkboard.
"Oh... fun" Butch said rolling his eyes. "We don't have to be here at least" Boomer reassured his brother. Brick on the other hand was excited, he finally could meet Blossom like she had always wanted. He hoped that she was like the person in the letters. He got out his letter and began writing to her.
Dear Blossom
I have been great, and very well since my last letter. Tests, assignments, school, you know my usual. I do read actually, I'm currently reading The Bridge to Terabithia, I suggest it because I think it's a good read. I have two brothers Butch and Boomer, real pains in the butt though. By the way since you told me your name I will tell you mine, it's Brick.
I have a surprise for you though, you know what you say at the end of every letter? Like how you wish we could meet... well my teacher said that on the 25th meaning next week we will be meeting you. I can't wait to see you, I am sure we could chat a bunch.
Sincerely
Your Pen Pal
Brick excitedly seal his letter and put it in the basket for his pen pal. He sat at his desk watching the time tick by.
* A day later at the asylum*
Blossom read over the letter again and again, making sure she had read it right. Without thinking her entire body began twitching, something she does in excitement. "What's up Bloss, you look like a wind-up toy" Buttercup said looking at her excited sister.
"He's coming here next week! His entire class is coming, meaning you guys will meet yours too" Blossom said smiling. "Really they trust normal people around crazys like us?" Buttercup scoffed. "We're not crazy just different" Bubbles spoke up from the crafts she had been working on.
"Thats not what the doctor said" Buttercup said flopping on her bed. "He said we weren't normal in the brain, but he never said we were crazy." Blossom said starting to write her letter. "That technically means crazy" Buttercup deadpanned. "I wish you didn't think like that Buttercup" the redhead said playing with the white hospital pj's she and her sisters wore every day.
"I know I'm sorry... it's just hard not to think that way when we've been in here for so long" Buttercup was bouncing a tennis ball of the wall. "I understand what you mean" Blossom said continuing her letter.
She would actually meet someone who didn't treat her like a patient. She would actually get to talk to him and that she couldn't wait for.
To be continued
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