Chicago, Carpenter House, Saturday Afternoon
Molly wasn't sure the letter would get where she was sending it, but she decided it was worth a try.
Edmund,
I'm sorry for not letting you know I wasn't staying for the summer. I think I kept hoping and praying that somehow, there would be a miracle and my mom and dad would let me stay, and that I wouldn't have to say goodbye. Yeah, I know. We see how that turned out. I ended up in Chicago and didn't even get the chance to say I was leaving, or that I'd miss you, or anything.
Which, in case you were wondering, I do. Um, miss you. *cough*
Anyway, I hope you're not spending too much time in the Preserve and are actually getting out and having some fun. Things here are okay, if kind of hot and humid. I miss the quiet more than I thought I would, actually. I'm back to sharing a room, fighting with my mom over stupid stuff, and worrying about my dad.
So not so much has changed here, really. Except for that I managed to hide in plain sight from my mom when I was sneaking in late from being out with my friends, so that's something kind of neat. Maybe I can be a wizard someday. I was thinking about asking my Harry - Okay, he's not *really* my Harry, but I meant the Harry who's here instead of the Harry who's there and a student - for help, but I kind of want him to be impressed and want to take me on as a student, or trainee, or whatever, you know? I don't want him to think I'm a waste of time and space as a wizard, so I'll have to wait until I'm better at what I'm doing.
I don't know that I'd tell anybody this but you, but my friends here are starting to scare me. Rosie (did I tell you about Rosie? I forget) is back into drugs - and not just pot now, but the heavy duty stuff, with needles. She and her boyfriend. Plus, she told me they're having unprotected sex because it feels so much better when they're high. I can't get into how stupid that is. It's like I don't even know her anymore, and I'm not sure how to help, or fix it, or make it better.
I'm sorry to be such a downer, Edmund. I hope you're not mad at me, and I hope you write back. I miss you lots, and sometimes I wonder if Fandom was just a big, long dream.
Have a good summer, and hopefully I'll see you when I get back.
Molly
Edmund,
I'm sorry for not letting you know I wasn't staying for the summer. I think I kept hoping and praying that somehow, there would be a miracle and my mom and dad would let me stay, and that I wouldn't have to say goodbye. Yeah, I know. We see how that turned out. I ended up in Chicago and didn't even get the chance to say I was leaving, or that I'd miss you, or anything.
Which, in case you were wondering, I do. Um, miss you. *cough*
Anyway, I hope you're not spending too much time in the Preserve and are actually getting out and having some fun. Things here are okay, if kind of hot and humid. I miss the quiet more than I thought I would, actually. I'm back to sharing a room, fighting with my mom over stupid stuff, and worrying about my dad.
So not so much has changed here, really. Except for that I managed to hide in plain sight from my mom when I was sneaking in late from being out with my friends, so that's something kind of neat. Maybe I can be a wizard someday. I was thinking about asking my Harry - Okay, he's not *really* my Harry, but I meant the Harry who's here instead of the Harry who's there and a student - for help, but I kind of want him to be impressed and want to take me on as a student, or trainee, or whatever, you know? I don't want him to think I'm a waste of time and space as a wizard, so I'll have to wait until I'm better at what I'm doing.
I don't know that I'd tell anybody this but you, but my friends here are starting to scare me. Rosie (did I tell you about Rosie? I forget) is back into drugs - and not just pot now, but the heavy duty stuff, with needles. She and her boyfriend. Plus, she told me they're having unprotected sex because it feels so much better when they're high. I can't get into how stupid that is. It's like I don't even know her anymore, and I'm not sure how to help, or fix it, or make it better.
I'm sorry to be such a downer, Edmund. I hope you're not mad at me, and I hope you write back. I miss you lots, and sometimes I wonder if Fandom was just a big, long dream.
Have a good summer, and hopefully I'll see you when I get back.
Molly