Dear Random Stranger: Chapter Three2nd break – the long break. I’m going to be really lonely this break, because I have no buddy. I feel so sorry for him, cause he got suspended for 2 weeks. 2 weeks!!! That is so insane! Who would’ve thought that someone could get suspended for 2 weeks over doing nothing?
I decided to walk around. Then I came across a fence, and on the fence, was a piece of paper. Must have been caught by the fence during some wind. I looked at it more closely. Clearly, someone put it there on purpose. I decided to take the note, and I slowly read it. This is what the note had on it:
Dear Random Stranger,
Life is tough – very tough. I mean, there ARE some soft bits, but not as much. I don’
Dear Random Stranger: Chapter TwoRING!!! RING!!! During all our laughter, we could only just hear the ringing of the bell. Pete stopped, and I thought it was because he knew it wasn’t funny anymore, so, I calmed myself down. Then I saw the sadness in his eyes. I knew he had stopped for a reason.
“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, looking at him.
He looked at me, smiled for a second, then went back to his glum look and sighed. “What am I going to do, buddy?” he exclaimed quietly, tears filling up slowly in his eyes.
“It’s best you tell the truth, my friend. Pass me your phone.”
He shook his head. “Will it be better we just keep it a secret?”
“Buddy, matters will get MUCH worse if you don’t start telling the truth to your mother. Talk to her, first send her a text. If you give me your phone, I’ll do it for you. Then you will have nothing to worry about. Trust me.” Pete nodded slowly, and passed me his phone. I immediately went to writing
Dear Random Stranger: Chapter OneI woke up with a yawn this morning. Which... is like every other boring morning, pretty much. One thing kept running in my mind, ‘School, school, school... so boring, but must attend’. Of course, I hated school. What can you expect from a guy like me? I mean, you know, heaps of typical year 8 boys hate their first grade at high school. It can be so terrible.
I don’t know what will happen today – well, either way, I don’t care. I’m looking at the luminous clock that is just casually sitting on my white bedside table. Hmm, it’s 10:30. I still have minus 1 hour and 20 minutes. WAIT A MINUTE!!! I over slept! Shoot! I must get ready, or my mum will kill me!!! Wait, why didn’t she wake me up? That’s unusual... Hey, there’s a note on my door! It says...
‘Dear John, I’ve gone to work early. I expect you to be up and at school by starting time. If I get a phone call, YOU’RE DEAD!!! Later honey, love mummy. X
Dear Random Stranger: Prologue(I don't have a title for this, but I'm just gonna say it's the Prologue)
‘Dear Random Stranger,
Life is tough – very tough. I mean, there ARE some soft bits, but not as much. I don’t know much, well, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Either way, you probably read it for the hell of it.
I want to learn more – and teach people. I can teach you! I bet you won’t reply, cause you don’t know who I am. Well, try your best!
You know, why don’t you write a note, and leave it where you found this one! Then we can keep talking anonymously! Oh, and, when you write back, please don’t hang around. I’d like to be known as anonymous just for now.
Well, hopefully catch you later! –Currently Anonymous.
Silvia, not Sylvia!Chapter One - It's Silvia... with an i!
New year of school, and I am as ready as anything. I'm going into year 10, so I know the rules and vibes of high school off by heart. I love watching the year 8's getting confused on where to go and everything. It just reminds me of the pain I went through, everyone made you hold your map upside down and made you go the opposite way to where you're meant to go. I joke about it now, but back then it wasn't so funny.
The bell rung for class to start, so I headed for my form room. I saw my nice teacher standing at the door. Her long blonde hair slowly glided in the wind, and her short but skinny figure stood exactly upright. "Hi, Mrs Calloway! How are you today?"
Mrs Calloway turned to look at me and smiled. "I am great thanks, Silvia! And what about you?"
"I am feeling alive!"
"That's great to hear! Unfortunately I have some bad news."
Bad news? What could she mean? I hope it's not too bad, like h
Silvia, not Sylvia!Prologue - It's spelt SILVIA!
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, readers and listeners, everyone and everything! I would like to bring to your attention to this important issue - Silvia is spelt with an i not a y. I guess I've seemed to have lost some people's attention already. Now I am one for liking weird spelling of names, I'll admit. But Silvia? Nuh-uh, it must be spelt with an i. Why, you might ask, why is it spelt with an i not a y? I will tell you - we don't say S-igh-lvia or S-why-lvia, we say S-i-lvia, and y does not produce the sound that is needed in this name. I know people might think it's a cooler way to say it, but seriously, if anyone spells my name like that again, they are on the hit list of revenge. Thank you for your attention.