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The Letter (standard:adventure, 2964 words)
Author: AnonymousAdded: Apr 05 2008Views/Reads: 1711/1188Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
With no free time of his own he, was ordered—“locked” in his room by his cruel, aunt, disconnected from his friends. He missed the days when he used to live with his mother, and every summer break she let him roam the streets with his friends, April, Koby

The Letter 

Part A: Freedom 

His head was beginning to spin. The small dark, fine printed words on
the thin pale page belonging to the thick maroon book of American 
history were starting to blur, clustering into a jumbled group of 
unreadable letters. He sighed, rubbing his throbbing temples before 
flipping to another page. Outside, summer the sun struck post noon, its 
bright light seeping through the half-open window blinds, illuminating 
the scarlet wooden dressers, bookshelves, and his striped emerald bed 
in the tidy white room. Allegedly it was supposed to be one of the 
hottest days of the summer, however, Terrance couldn't tell; the air 
conditioner was running. Turning to the window, he lifted the pallid 
window blinds, pressing his face to the surprisingly warm flexible 
glass. He frowned disgruntled. The yellow brick building across from 
his own home blocked his view of the street. Groaning lowly, he 
scratched his dark short faded hair, laying his head back on the wooden 
table. Everyday, from sunrise to sunset, all he did was study. With no 
free time of his own he, was ordered—“locked” in his room by his cruel, 
aunt, disconnected from his friends. Aunt Justine was a vicious woman, 
who lived down the street from his mother's house. Ruthless and harsh, 
she always hated him for some strange reason, but he never dared to 
ask. He could barely look her in the eye sometimes, and her icy words 
were like titanium knives, slicing deep flesh wounds into his soul. She 
simply loathed everything about Terrance, and even worse, she hated his 
friends. Even at school, she cleverly managed to separate him from 
them, by making him take A.P. classes. “All you do is hangout all day 
in the streets doing who-knows-what with those hooligans!!! Those kids 
are a bad influence; they won't help you become a doctor, or lawyer, or 
even accomplish something meaningful for that matter! It's hard enough 
raising you all by myself, after that bitch-of-a-mother of yours dumped 
you here... I'll be dammed if you just become another thug like the 
rest of them ignorant ass kids out there.” Time and time again he 
struggled to explain to her that his friends were harmless. His 
stubborn aunt Justine just wouldn't listen. He missed the days when he 
used to live with his mother, and every summer break she let him roam 
the streets with his friends, April, Koby, Julius, and Skip until the 
sun went down. Those were the days. He could still hear the sweet firm 
voice of his mother's echoing in the back of his mind, explaining to 
him to be back at sunset. The treasured memory brought warmth to his 
chest, sending goose bumps along his back before being replaced with a 
frigid void of loneliness. It has now been a full year since he has 
seen the three of them and a year since his beloved mother passed due 
to lung cancer. Her death was the reason Terrance was stuck in his 
aunt's prison. Though he couldn't stop his heart from aching with each 
thump that passed, Terrance also couldn't help but feel a bit bitter 
towards her. A sudden knock from the door disrupted his thoughts. 

“Yeah, what is it?” he called out. 

The door swung open quickly, creaking loudly. In strode a tall, bony
woman, with wrinkled bronze skin, small beady black eyes magnified 
under golden wire rimmed rectangle glasses, and short salt and 
pepper-streaked hair, tied into a large bun. She wore a silk carrot 
colored long sleeved t-shirt and expensive blue jeans over polished 
leather high heel boots. The scent of rosy perfume wafted in from the 
hall as she stood, frowning. 

“Why are you all dressed up? Going somewhere?” Terrance asked, cocking
an eyebrow as he eyed her outfit. 

“No,” his aunt growled, folding her arms. “You are. I'm having some
company today and I need you to get out of the house for a couple 

Terrance couldn't stop his eyes from growing wide. She's letting me go
outside! He nearly collapsed from the impact of excitement that crashed 
into his body, surging through his veins. Quickly shaking his head, he 
nodded quietly, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, boy?” his aunt asked, titling her head
to the side. 

“N-nothing. He stammered lowly.” 

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