Window ledge outside 405, Lunchtime
Sep. 15th, 2006 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyBilly sat on a ledge just outside his window, munching on chicken tenders and french fries he'd handwavily gotten from the Cafeteria. He also had a notebook on his lap, in which he was writing.
Dear Mom,
I can't tell you where I am, and I know you can't tell me where you are. But I hope this letter finds you, and finds you well, and safe, and happy.
That said, I can tell you that I've been enrolled in a High School, an actual high school! Albeit a weird one. How weird? Well let's just say one kid has a pet hellhound. Fortunately it's a nice hellhound, and a puppy. Cute, but...hellhound. Another student apparently thinks prosthetic legs are toys. Literally, I've written my name on mine so she doesn't think it's up for grabs.
Oh and there's a few people from the Old West, and one guy from Anchient Greece here. I am not making this up. The Greek's a nice guy but I worry about him. He seems to have delusions of grandeur. No, not like dad thank goodness.
Speaking of Dad, I saw on the news last night that he's been de-classified. I haven't told anyone here about who I really am. Just because dad's existence was made public knowledge, I don't think that means that my story's up for grabs. Plus, the whole witness protection thing.
I've had a few close calls though, there's a teacher here who has similar clothing tastes as him, and threw me for a second. Enough that I had to fast talk an explanation as to why I was beating on an effigy of Dad in the gym. I hate all this lying. So much of my life has been one cover story after another, and I'm afraid I'll get to like it, or forget what the truth really is. I've heard rumors that's happened to Zartan.
It's hard to make friends when you're lying to everyone. And hey look, another excellent segue. Despite being weird, the kids here seem pretty cool. I don't want to give too many details, for the same reason I can't say where I am. Who knows who'll see this letter?
See the kids here are unique. There's a few from different time periods like I said, some have...unique abilities let's say. Whoever chose this place for me knew what they were doing.
Before you ask, yes, there are girls here. Pretty ones. And I'm getting along with them, and even have apparently improved my sense of humor, but I'm not dating anyone. I only mention it because I know you'll ask, and I want to head off the discussion. Nothing to discuss. Stop smirking.
Also before you ask, I am still abstaining from mind altering substances.
Classes, I'm taking actual classes! Some are even normal! Religion, Astronomy and Dance. Those are the normal ones. Mythology into History and Literature in Action are, a little more eccentric.
Well, that's how it is with me. Hope things are good for you as well. And if you date someone, make sure they're not harboring any megalomaniacal tendencies.
Love,
Billy.
content of letter is nfb, other than that, no worries.
Dear Mom,
I can't tell you where I am, and I know you can't tell me where you are. But I hope this letter finds you, and finds you well, and safe, and happy.
That said, I can tell you that I've been enrolled in a High School, an actual high school! Albeit a weird one. How weird? Well let's just say one kid has a pet hellhound. Fortunately it's a nice hellhound, and a puppy. Cute, but...hellhound. Another student apparently thinks prosthetic legs are toys. Literally, I've written my name on mine so she doesn't think it's up for grabs.
Oh and there's a few people from the Old West, and one guy from Anchient Greece here. I am not making this up. The Greek's a nice guy but I worry about him. He seems to have delusions of grandeur. No, not like dad thank goodness.
Speaking of Dad, I saw on the news last night that he's been de-classified. I haven't told anyone here about who I really am. Just because dad's existence was made public knowledge, I don't think that means that my story's up for grabs. Plus, the whole witness protection thing.
I've had a few close calls though, there's a teacher here who has similar clothing tastes as him, and threw me for a second. Enough that I had to fast talk an explanation as to why I was beating on an effigy of Dad in the gym. I hate all this lying. So much of my life has been one cover story after another, and I'm afraid I'll get to like it, or forget what the truth really is. I've heard rumors that's happened to Zartan.
It's hard to make friends when you're lying to everyone. And hey look, another excellent segue. Despite being weird, the kids here seem pretty cool. I don't want to give too many details, for the same reason I can't say where I am. Who knows who'll see this letter?
See the kids here are unique. There's a few from different time periods like I said, some have...unique abilities let's say. Whoever chose this place for me knew what they were doing.
Before you ask, yes, there are girls here. Pretty ones. And I'm getting along with them, and even have apparently improved my sense of humor, but I'm not dating anyone. I only mention it because I know you'll ask, and I want to head off the discussion. Nothing to discuss. Stop smirking.
Also before you ask, I am still abstaining from mind altering substances.
Classes, I'm taking actual classes! Some are even normal! Religion, Astronomy and Dance. Those are the normal ones. Mythology into History and Literature in Action are, a little more eccentric.
Well, that's how it is with me. Hope things are good for you as well. And if you date someone, make sure they're not harboring any megalomaniacal tendencies.
Love,
Billy.
content of letter is nfb, other than that, no worries.
