In The Best Interest--Ben's Letter
**About 2 more chapters after this. Or 3...**
Benji sat on his bed, looking at the ceiling. Then remembered the letter. He sat up and dug it out of his pocket, noticing that the writing was shaky and the paper a bit ripped.
He didn't know what to do. At first, he had truly liked Sam...But he had been so cruel that now he felt stupid. And what if this letter was just ridicule? He was use to it but he was sick of it.
Benji turned the letter over in his hands. It was on recycled paper, you could tell because the lines were a dark red and the paper had a brownish tint. It was folded up in squares, and on the front said, in large, sprawly handwriting, "TO: Benji, From: Sam". He finally opened it and read it:
'Dear Benji
I'm sorry. Yeah that's lame but I do feel bad. I'm use to living in an area where everyone knows your business and you know everything. But I realized, when I found out that I'm not Sam, that everyone has their faults and their ups and downs and just cuz your different doesn't mean you're bad. I should've realized that sooner, before I talked to you like that. I regret it more than anything. I don't know what else to say. If you ever get outta lock-down and get toa c omputer, my email address is thaReelSliMShaDy88@hotmail.pn ...I would give you my number but I think we may be moving back to Maine. Bye ad I'm really sorry.
-Sam Campbell, ThaReelSliMShaDy88@Hotmail.pn
Benji re-read the letter. He couldn't believe it; the 'almighty Sam Campbell'...apologizing? His thoughts were interupted as Mark walked in. "Benji, Peter's calling an emergency group. So..uhh...oh yeah we have to go now to the den." He reported and walked back out. Benji stood up and sgtretched, putting the letter back in his pocket.
**About 2 more chapters after this. Or 3...**
Benji sat on his bed, looking at the ceiling. Then remembered the letter. He sat up and dug it out of his pocket, noticing that the writing was shaky and the paper a bit ripped.
He didn't know what to do. At first, he had truly liked Sam...But he had been so cruel that now he felt stupid. And what if this letter was just ridicule? He was use to it but he was sick of it.
Benji turned the letter over in his hands. It was on recycled paper, you could tell because the lines were a dark red and the paper had a brownish tint. It was folded up in squares, and on the front said, in large, sprawly handwriting, "TO: Benji, From: Sam". He finally opened it and read it:
'Dear Benji
I'm sorry. Yeah that's lame but I do feel bad. I'm use to living in an area where everyone knows your business and you know everything. But I realized, when I found out that I'm not Sam, that everyone has their faults and their ups and downs and just cuz your different doesn't mean you're bad. I should've realized that sooner, before I talked to you like that. I regret it more than anything. I don't know what else to say. If you ever get outta lock-down and get toa c omputer, my email address is thaReelSliMShaDy88@hotmail.pn ...I would give you my number but I think we may be moving back to Maine. Bye ad I'm really sorry.
-Sam Campbell, ThaReelSliMShaDy88@Hotmail.pn
Benji re-read the letter. He couldn't believe it; the 'almighty Sam Campbell'...apologizing? His thoughts were interupted as Mark walked in. "Benji, Peter's calling an emergency group. So..uhh...oh yeah we have to go now to the den." He reported and walked back out. Benji stood up and sgtretched, putting the letter back in his pocket.