September 11, 1991
Dear Friend,
I don't have a lot of time because my advanced english teacher assigned us a book to read, and I like to read books twice.
"Nerd." Dean said, sighing and shaking his head. This was the second or third time he said and certain members of the room were not amused. Sherlock in particular looked like he was fed up with this...neanderthal putting down anyone, even his own brother, for being intelligent.
Incidentally, the book is To Kill a Mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.
"Too true." The Doctor said cheerfully looking around. He was the only one not perturbed by Dean's attitude toward book learning. In fact he seemed determined to provide the opposite reaction to Dean's negative comments every time Dean commented negatively.
The teacher has assigned us a few chapters at a time, but I do not read books like that. I am halfway through the first time.
Anyway, the reason I am writing to you is because I saw my brother on television. I normally don't like sports too much, but this was a special occasion. My mother started crying, and my father put his arm around her shoulder, and my sister smiled, which is funny because my brother and sister always fight when he's around.
Everyone just smiled like they knew what he was talking about… except Sherlock who simply said,
"Yes, family is strange that way."
But my older brother was on television, and so far, it has been the highlight of my two weeks in high school. I miss him terribly, which is strange, because we never really talked much when he was here. We still don't talk to be honest.
I would tell you his position but like I said, I would like to be anonymous to you. I hope you understand.
Love Always,
Charlie