Trudy walked into her room siting down on her bed tired, it has been
another boring day and sadly to say she was geting alittle tired of it all.
There hadent been anything going on latly all the bad guys had changed or
just run away with there tails between there legs. The whole city was
peacefull no fights broke out everyone got along day in and day out, even
Trudy wished for the usual everyday shuffle of the old days but nothing
came...what a bore She tought as she stretched out on her bed.
"What the?" Trudy sat up and looked over to where her vanity was, it looked
like almost everything on it she has organized had feel over.
"Whats this?" Trudy unlifted a broken case of blush and saw a tiny letter
folder up under it. She unfolded it and began to read it out loud.
Dear Trudy, I miss you badly while I sleep tonight you can bet that I'll be dreaming of you
I miss you badly! I spend my days thinking about you. I spend my nights wish you were here.
I cant wait untill you return to wipe away these blue tears. I love you, and im always thinking of you!
I guess I'll keep dreaming untill the day that you come home to me. Then everything will be golden just like it used to be.
for ever your love Martin
Trudy droped the note and looked down at the floor in shock, then her expreshion turned to anger. Who would play such a cruel trick? that had to be what it was, a cruel trick one of the little ones had played for a quick laugh. Trudy sat down and wiped the stray hair back that was becoming a bother. It could never....her would never....could it?.....would he? Trudy hunched down and was going to pick back up the letter when Brady walked in. "Mom are you alright?" Brady stud there infront of her mom looking as peacefull and as lovly as ever, her 13 birthday has just pased the week before, 13 years Trudy thought and never one word about anything of her farther. "Im fine hunny" Trudy smiled calmly not to worry Brady and quickly kicked the note under her bed.
The rest of the day past slowly for Trudy, her mind flowed with memory's of Martin, memory's she dident even know she had.
She had remembered almost every single moment she had shared with him in great detail. Trudy had even remembered the most trivial of thing she hadent even remembered till that day, like the way Martin would always find her in the hallways in school and help her carry her books even if it ment he would be in trouble with his own teachers, or the why he would almost always be smiling or laughing when he was around her, even the way he smelt, or even the way there was always a childish glow around Martin. He had always been alittle child like in someways, always seeming inocent to the harsh realitys of the world, but he was never ignorent by any means.
Trudy started to zone of when one of the kids came walking into the room.
Dear Trudy, I miss you badly while I sleep tonight you can bet that I'll be dreaming of you
I miss you badly! I spend my days thinking about you. I spend my nights wish you were here.
I cant wait untill you return to wipe away these blue tears. I love you, and im always thinking of you!
I guess I'll keep dreaming untill the day that you come home to me. Then everything will be golden just like it used to be.
for ever your love Martin
Trudy droped the note and looked down at the floor in shock, then her expreshion turned to anger. Who would play such a cruel trick? that had to be what it was, a cruel trick one of the little ones had played for a quick laugh. Trudy sat down and wiped the stray hair back that was becoming a bother. It could never....her would never....could it?.....would he? Trudy hunched down and was going to pick back up the letter when Brady walked in. "Mom are you alright?" Brady stud there infront of her mom looking as peacefull and as lovly as ever, her 13 birthday has just pased the week before, 13 years Trudy thought and never one word about anything of her farther. "Im fine hunny" Trudy smiled calmly not to worry Brady and quickly kicked the note under her bed.
The rest of the day past slowly for Trudy, her mind flowed with memory's of Martin, memory's she dident even know she had.
She had remembered almost every single moment she had shared with him in great detail. Trudy had even remembered the most trivial of thing she hadent even remembered till that day, like the way Martin would always find her in the hallways in school and help her carry her books even if it ment he would be in trouble with his own teachers, or the why he would almost always be smiling or laughing when he was around her, even the way he smelt, or even the way there was always a childish glow around Martin. He had always been alittle child like in someways, always seeming inocent to the harsh realitys of the world, but he was never ignorent by any means.
Trudy started to zone of when one of the kids came walking into the room.
