Dear friend,
Sorry for the lateness letter, I've been quite busy lately. Right now I'm writing to you during the bus back to my house. School, more like prison. Wait, I take that back, at least prison you get better food. It's not that I don't like school, I love learning, i just really don't like going to school with all those people. Not much of a people person, at least not these people. I don't think they're actually people. Maybe they're aliens. Maybe they turn out to be blobs of quivering goo. Gross.
The idiot who happens to have a psychology degree despite being a total numbskull, tried yet again to tell me about you. It's kinda hard really, even though right now I can explain what you look like, from your pinstripe suit and your gravity defying hair. But why on earth would I tell her how much you mean to me? It's like I know everything about you, and you're always there for me. But sadly I can't see you anywhere but in my dreams.
Ok, enough of my angst ridden words. While I read over what I write. I'm cringing terribly. Why was it a good idea to write this in pen? Well back to my ranting about how the stupid ninny, after failing to get a peep from me for an hour, sighed and put his head on his hands. He probably thinks I'm a total wackball. I'm not saying he's dumber than a ox, but I'm not saying he's any smarter than one.
I just had a thought. What if instead of legs, spiders had fingers. Like human fingers. That would be really creepy, just imagine looking in the corner of your room and seeing a hand hanging on a web. I creep myself out sometimes.
No! That sounded awful. I already go through the pain of thinking there was a spider on my arm whenever the tips of my hair brush it.
The bus is reaching my stop, I gotta go. My little brother gets home from school in a few. I really don't want him to come home scared. I know he's seven (or as he likes to call it seven and three quarters) but I'm like the only role model he has (at least thats how I like to imagine it). Since mother doesn't get home until 11pm and leaves at 4am, it's like she's not even there. Nicky still loves her, and I wish he could stay seven and three quarters forever. You know what they say, ignorance is bliss.
Yours until the world ends,
Willow