Dear Collin,
I got my driver’s license and my parents got me a car last week! It's a convertible and I love it so much, even though it’s kind of an older car. Sometimes I just go out driving even when I don't have anywhere I need to go.
I did actually have a job for a week as an assistant counselor at space camp. It was so awesome because I got to help set up all the exhibitions and activities and see how all the equipment works. They had this huge, inflatable planetarium where all the kids could fit inside. I’m definitely going to work there again next summer. If I worked at a grocery store I'd spend all my time riding up and down the aisles on the carts and then I’d probably run into someone and get fired, so I don’t think I’ll ever work at a grocery store. Those carts are just so fun to ride on. Do you ever ride on the carts?
I told Michael about how I've been writing to you all this time and he got mad and told me I couldn’t write to you anymore. But I think that's stupid. I’m going to keep writing to you. Michael doesn't control me. I do kind of like that he’s jealous, though. He's planning something really special for us for homecoming and I can't wait! Do you think you’ll go to homecoming?
August 25, 2009
Dear Glory,
That's cool that you got a convertible. My favorite thing about convertibles is that everyone around you can hear the music you're playing. One time I brought a boom box onto the train with me and played music because I thought everyone would like it, but they all gave me dirty looks and told me to shut it off. So much for trying to have a dance party on the train.
I do sometimes ride on the grocery carts in the parking lot at night when I’m collecting them, but never in the store. What I like to do is hide in the refrigerated cases and scare people when they come to get milk and eggs. I’ve only doneit a few times, but the last time I did it my supervisor caught me and wrote me up, so I probably won’t do it anymore. It’s a good thing I got a job, though. I needed to buy a bunch of new clothes because I’ve suddenly grown a lot taller and all my pants are too short.
I think I will go to homecoming this year. I want to ask Ashley to go with me, but I’m kind of nervous. I usually feel really comfortable around her, but lately it's been different.
Bye,
Collin
October 11, 2009
Dear Collin,
I hate boys. Except for you, I guess. Michael Dunford broke up with me. His special surprise for homecoming was getting us a hotel room after the dance so he could sleep with me. When I found out and told him I wasn’t going to do that, he said there was no reason for us to keep on dating and left me at the dance. I had to get a ride home with my friend Allie Morrison. And then yesterday someone told me they saw him making out with Rochelle Connors in the parking lot. I don’t care. He had a huge zit on his chin and now I don't have to stare at it anymore. I hate him so much. I can’t believe that’s all he wanted from me all of this time, and now he’s happily sucking someone else’s face while I've been crying every night for a week. Whatever. He’s a douche bag. I hope you're doing good.
Sincerely,
Glory
November 18, 2009
Dear Glory,
I always knew Michael Dunford was a jerk. I’m sorry all of that happened to you, but that’s awesome that you stood up to him. I watched a show one time that said when teenagers say no to sexual advances, it builds character. I think it was something my mom was making my older sister watch. Anyway, if it makes you feel any better (and I’m sure it doesn’t), I think you did the right thing.
My homecoming was actually really great. I won’t say too much about it because I don't want to rub it in, but I did end up going with Ashley, and it was amazing. It was really good. Now I’m spending a bunch of time with her and I'm teaching her guitar and she comes up to the roof with me a lot to play and sing and... do other stuff. It’s been a really good month.
Anyway, I hope things start looking up for you. You'll find someone better than Michael Dunford.
Bye,
Collin
January 7, 2010
Dear Collin,
It’s 3AM and I’m writing to you because I can't sleep. My parents are yelling at each other again. This time they're arguing over who drank the rest of the orange juice. It seems like they get worse every day and I hate it.
I’m glad you’ve been having fun with Ashley, but why have you been taking her up to the roof? I thought that was your sanctuary where you could be alone. I don't know why you would bring someone else up there to invade it. What if things don’t work out well with Ashley? Then your special place will be tainted.
I’m not planning on finding anyone to replace Michael Dunford. I kind of don’t believe in love right now. My parentsused to be in love, and now it seems like all they want to do is kill each other. I don't want that to happen to me.
Do you ever wonder if everything is a dream and soon we’ll wake up and laugh about everything we thought was real? That'd be crazy. Okay, I think I'm just really tired.
Sincerely,
