Just as she reached the old corroded post box, she immediately stopped to ponder how she would actually retrieve the letters from the post box then, she snapped out of her dream world, she thought she had lost all hope of obtaining the letters just before a mini van swerved onto the kerb missing the post box by a couple of inches. The girl hurried over to the post man just as his door swung ajar; and started pestering him to open the post box door.
“OH MY GOD! Am I glad to see you!” she said in a relieved voice with a pause allowing her to catch her breath.
“Erm…pardon me but do I know you?” replied the post man sounding puzzled
“Err…not quite…listen lets just get straight to the point. I need some letters I posted earlier by accident, do you think you could just open the door and give me my letters?” as she asked eagerly.
“Sorry little girl, I’m afraid I can’t do that as there is no proof that you have posted the letters” he replied unsympathetically.
The girl looked in disappointment towards the post man as if her heart had been torn apart. She then swiftly turned her face away from him as if he was the main culprit to blame. As she turned around to try to persuade the post man again she saw the post box door open and the post man gathering all the letters out ready to put into his van. As the post man went to deposit the third batch of letters into his van, a sudden gust of wind carried them off with such force that the post man’s jacket wrapped around all the letters and blew off down the road sending the post man dashing off after them. The girl couldn’t resist the opportunity to help her self to the post box and started rummaging around for the five ridiculous letters her exasperating little sister had sent. As she was too scared of the post man’s return she only clutched onto a handful of letters, just like an eagle swooping down on its prey, hoping she would luckily obtain her letters.
As she got home she confined her self to a room of peace and quite; tearing through each letter hoping she would find the five that she had personally produced. Letter by letter she started to lose hope and skimmed through the letters faster and faster until she got to the last letter. The tempo of reading and tearing letters had dramatically slowed down. Without looking at the front of the letter she pulled it out and to her great misfortune it wasn’t her letter. The handwriting looked familiar and there was a feeling inside of her tempting her to read the last letter, so she did, and because of her curiosity she discovered that she wasn’t alone in sending “attachments” through letters. George too had a thing for expressing him-self, but the girl was disappointed that it wasn’t to her, instead it was a young girl in the year below. The thought of George developing feelings for someone else had shattered the girl’s admiration for him but also created a rage for vengeance towards George, it was a sign of pure jealousy. The girl engraved her footsteps into the ground as she stomped out of the room with her sister, who was in state two minds whether to ask her if she was ok or why she wouldn’t play with her; either way she wasn’t to keen on aggravating her for once so she gradually moved out of sight.
She originally planned on photocopying the letter and ruining everything George and the other girl ever had, however, she was now attempting to think of something far more sinister and memorable such as showering the two with pubic hair. Perhaps she could try to publish the letter in the newspaper or even show the neighbourhood and school so they would never be treated the same ever again. The girl’s evil creativity started to overwhelm her, becoming out of control; she eventually lost the meaning of “realism” by the end of the shadowy night. Knowing that the next morning she would be awakened and see the rays of the sun shine through the clear glass window, she would have to go to school; having one last day until the humiliation begins while George is walking to school having not read his five unexpected letters, or face the humiliation from the one morning where she sets foot past the tall school gates with the sun beating on her back, raising her heart beat.
Eventually after falling asleep with the fact that the situation at hand could go one of two ways, she woke up with curtains closed, bed sheet hanging of the bed and the pitch black looking upon her from all corners of the room. After staring into the ceilings pattern, while she lay in her bed, suddenly the curtains lashed open in the blink of an eye
“Wakey wakey! You had better get up you know, your going to be late, as usual!” said her sister in an irritable manner
“Mom!? What are you doing? You never wake me up” she replied in amazement
“Guess again…it’s me! Your caring loveable sister, here once again to lend a helping hand”
“Really you’ve done enough! NOW GET LOST” screamed with a malicious look in her eyes. Her mother didn’t really take any notice of her as she was caught up in the moment with the new baby that seemed to be attracting all the attention lately so the girl getting permission from her mother to stay at home wasn’t really a problem. She spent the whole day slumbering in her bed; trying to take her mind away from things. When she was awake, she would be wondering what George and his friends or her friends were up to, did they already know that George sends letters to a girl that’s a year younger or did they even notice she wasn’t at school.
As the sun set into the horizon in the evening, the girl looked at the letter for the seventh time that day; sort of amazed because she didn’t have George down as the type to send clippings of body parts, but then again she wouldn’t want to be one to complain as George had tipped the see-saw into her favour. From her perspective the playing fields were now level and anything could occur dependant on what she would decide to shock George with. It was now obvious that George had received the letter, unless somehow the letter had been disposed of on the way; this was very unlikely though.
Just before going to sleep and ending the day with another deep slumber, her phone started to vibrate on the table; sending little movements and sounds throughout the surface. It was one of George’s friends, who was in the girl’s English class,
“Hey, where have you been eh? Didn’t you know you were supposed to hand in your Shakespeare work for today?”
“Erm…Oh yeah, have you done yours because I’ve been busy with certain things and really need to catch up”
“Yeah yeah I know you want to copy my work, just make sure your on time for once tomorrow in registration!”
“Ok thanks a lot see you tomorrow”
(George’s friend murmured under his breath)
“Sorry what was that, I can’t hear you, I think you’re breaking up?”
“Oh no, I just said I’ll see you tomorrow too, bye!” immediately hanging the phone up. The girl seemed a little bemused by George’s friend and how he was acting, however, she soon thought nothing of it and drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, she got up early, having thoughts of what might happen at school running through her mind. As she got to the school gates everyone was in their own usual little groups; no one stared, looked twice or even mentioned her name as she passed though. In the distance, from the corner of her eye, she noticed George on his own and thought this was the perfect opportunity to confront him. She then began to casually walk across the playground with the letter in her left pocket, with her hand clinching it to make sure it wouldn’t leave her side in any way.
“Hey George I’ve got something of yours” she said slyly.
“Really? What a surprise, I seem to have received something of yours too” came his reply followed by a wink. She didn’t know whether the wink represented happiness that he received that letter or whether he was about to unleash chaos throughout the school; she thought she would go with the flow for the moment.
“So how long would you say your hair is? And I’m not talking about the ones on your head” said George in a cocky voice.
“I don’t really know, never measured. What about you? Oh hang on I’ll ask that girl in the year below us that your always talking to” which was also followed by a wink by the girl.
She noticed George swiftly moving his hands into his pocket after what seemed like the shivers running through his arms. She walked away after feeling proud of her self; however, she knew that this was not the end of it. As the end of the day eventually came along, surprisingly no one had mentioned anything to her about the letter incident. She saw George’s bags on the floor and decided to scavenge around for the letter as this might be her only chance. She threw her bag under the table by George’s bag and moved over to pick hers and George’s bag up, and without a second to spare, she put her hand in not knowing what she would find. After a couple of seconds of feeling text books, she felt five envelopes which were about the same size to fit A4 letters in, her face light up with joy and quickly transferred the letters from George’s bag to hers. As soon as George entered the room for his bag, she briskly walked out trying to not give anything away.
As she got home she finally breathed with satisfaction. Immediately without checking the letters she threw them in the fire which was lit by the coal that carried the flames burning on. As she threw them all in at once she saw the seal broken on one of them and she started to wonder whether the letter was dropped on the way home or maybe it fell out in the fire where everything was being destroyed. She thought that there was a one in five chance that the letter George might have was the one with the clippings attached; she didn’t really take much more notice after thinking of it like that.
It started to get darker as the night came. As the girl was browsing on the internet, she stumbled across her picture with the very letter that was associated with the “hair” clippings; the girl was shocked and it took her back to the very moment of her and her sister staring at each other, not believing what had happened. Suddenly her phone started to vibrate alerting her she was getting text messages in the space of two minutes. Her phone was overrun with texts about her and George and questions like “why did you do it?”, “have you got no taste?” etc. With her quick thinking she decided to quickly attempt to publish the letter she had obtained from the letter box. She ran around panicking, because she couldn’t find the letter. Looking from top to bottom and corner to corner, just as George phoned her
“You really shouldn’t take things without asking you know, I’m glad I got this letter back, who knows what might have happened if I didn’t” he said sounding very calm just before he hung up.
