A/N: 1st batch of e-mails……hopefully, you guys will know who the e-mails are sent by ^_^

Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue

Scott stared at the blank computer screen. Sighing audibly, he massaged his temples to ward away the impending headache.

Taking a deep breath, he finally placed his fingers onto the keyboard.

Dear Whoever (I can't address you until I know what you want me to address you as)

Hi

How are you? I hope we will have a fulfilling time completing this assignment and in the process, enhance our prowess of the English language.

Shades.

Dear Shades

Fuck off… unless you feel like stopping your impersonation of a pompous prick…. Who the hell talks like that?

And you can address me as Mr L

Mr L

Dear Mr L

You fuck off! Firstly, we will be graded on this assignment so we HAVE to demonstrate that we KNOW how to use the English language… and secondly, no one says "pompous prick", unless you live in England and pronounce it as "pom-pus prack."

Shades.

Dear Shades

My, my, how touchy you are. I bet you're a girl and it's that time of the month again.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

I'm not a girl and you're not funny…. There, I've cleared up your delusions.

Shades

Dear Shades

Ouch! I'm wounded. So you're not a girl… good thing I swing both ways then. And I happen to treasure the reality that I'm rich, handsome and successful, thank you very much.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

You just proved my point.

Shades.

Dear Shades,

Fuck off.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

So you're back to your former eloquence I see.

Shades

Dear Shades

Fuck off, I mean it. This has not been a good day. Come to think of it, it hasn't been a good week, or a good year…. Fuck, my whole life blows.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

I thought someone was waxing lyrical about their charmed life just a few e-mails earlier. Okay, ignore the earlier sentence, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. What happened? Would it help to confide in someone?

Shades.

Ps. Despite the fact that you show yourself to be insulting, delusional and rather short-on-vocab, I find it rather fun to e-mail you so yeah, I am genuinely concerned.

Dear Shades

Thanks for all the insults, I feel so much better and ready to confide in you. Anyway, you wouldn't understand.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

Stop sounding like a typical, angsty teenager and tell me what's wrong. I command you… you WILL stop acting like an idiot, you WILL tell me what is wrong, you WILL not kill yourself.

Shades

Dear Shades

I'm sorry to inform you that was a nauseating impersonation of Principal Kelly. And did I sound like I was going to kill myself? Don't worry, I won't. I can't anyway, it wouldn't be fair to all the people that are dependent on me.

Mr L

Dear Mr L

Now I can definitely sympathize. Responsibility is a subject I am way more familiar with than I would care to be. Sometimes, you just want to let go and be yourself, you know? Without worrying about other people's perceptions, your own restrictions…. Without thinking about anything at all.

Shades

Dear Shades

Wow. Yeah, that's exactly how I feel sometimes. I can't stand the constant badgering and questioning sometimes…. I just want to be myself, without having the shadow of responsibility over other people hanging over me. I just want to have the freedom to not care…

Mr L

Staring thoughtfully at the words on the screen, Scott leant back in his chair. It was uncanny how this stranger seemed to have so much in common with him.

Grinning slightly to himself, he formulated another reply.

TBC…