The Letter

I woke up the next morning groggy. I felt like shit. It was Tuesday, and I had to go to school. I groaned and got out of bed. I let my hair out of my braid, letting it flow down to my back once again. I put on Ricky’s shirt, a pair of shorts that didn't show, and blue Vans. Then I did my makeup and walked downstairs.
“What are you all dressed for?” My dad hissed.
“School dad. Can I take the car?”
“You can take the Volkswagen”
I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar and keys and headed out the door. What was I going to write back to Ricky? "Oh hey yeah that was me, I’m just a fucking dumbass! Hahaha!” I thought aloud.
I got to school, and everyone looked at me funny; they always did. I brushed it off and walked into the school.
“That’s not appropriate for school Ms. Manson.” One of the teachers added. Her boobs were popping out of her shirt, and her skirt was tinier than my shorts.
“I have on pants Ms. Whore.” I walked off into my math class. We had some stupid test. I Aced it then went on the rest of the day, trying to think of stuff to write to Ricky. I had to mail it ASAP. I sat down under a tree outside. It began sprinkling. It was really nice, I loved it.

Dear Ricky,
I can’t believe you wrote me back, thank you so mu---- “Who you writing to? Your booyyfriieennd?!” One of the popular chicks came up laughing. “Oops.” She laughed, spilling her coke all over my notebook. I picked up a small rock and threw it at her. She glared at me and stormed off. I threw the notebook into my bag and pulled out another one.

Dear Ricky,
I started writing a letter, then one of the girls at school ‘accidentally’ (purposefully) spilled her coke on my notebook. So I’ll try to remember what I had.
I can’t believe you wrote me back, thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me. I’m getting another tattoo soon, but I’m out of ideas. Do you have any? I want something really unique, not something everyone has you know?
And yes that was me! The concert was amazing by the way, absolutely fantastic. Tell everyone I said that. Haha. Nice talking to you Ricky! Hope to see you guys live again soon.
Y’all Come Back Now You Hear,
Ashley Manson
P.S. I added that last part in for the southern hospitality. Everyone needs a little bit of Texas!
I laughed and stuck the letter in an envelope. I ran to the street and put it in the mailbox. What could I do today? Party? No haha, I don’t have friends. Study? Oh my god I’m hilarious ew. I’ll just think of tattoo ideas
Rabbit
Owl
Bird
Tree
Spider web elbow
Nope, I had no idea what kind of tattoo to get.

~Ten Days Later~
Every day I’ve gone to check the mail. Nothing. Why would I think something would come today? Nothing did, of course. It was probably just a one time thing. He wouldn’t write me back. Today my aunt was coming over to go shopping with me. She had an amazing fashion sense.
“Ashley darling!” She cooed opening to door to my room.
“Aunty Mara!” I smiled hugging her.
“Girl, that top, smells like man.”
“Oh yeah, haha, I forgot I was wearing it, let me change.” I put on a Jack Daniels shirt and black skinny jeans with purple Vans, threw my hair up, and added some makeup.
“Better?” I questioned, spinning around.
“Much better.” She smiled. We got into her Chevy Camaro and drove to the mall.
We looked around for hours trying to find cute things. We went into Tilly’s and found four shirts for $100.
“I could buy 10 band shirts for the price of this shit.” I hissed angrily. Though the tops were adorable, they were way overpriced.
I got a lot of stuff. I really needed this. She would come by every six months and take me shopping. It was amazing of her to do. When I got home, I washed everything and hung it up. She was staying for the week.
Today we were to eat out at the nicest French restaurant in town. This place was expensive as fuck, but god was it amazing. There was one guy who would shoot me glances that made me blush. He was really cute, but I didn’t want to even think about dating him. He looked snobby too.
My aunt and I talked about what had been happening since she left the last time while my dad sat at the bar, drinking himself silly.
“He’s still like this?” She said sadly.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Why don’t you come back to New York with me darling?”
“I want to, I really do. I just don’t want to leave him.”
“Ashley, look at him. He’s going to be like this for ages. At least try to get him into rehab.”
“He won’t go.”
“Oh darling, please come back with me.”
“I’ll tell you by the time you leave.”
We got up and dragged my dad away from the bar. He was mumbling shit about how much of a horrible kid I was. My aunt held my hand. I think I’m going back with her.

Notes

Short chapter
but whatcha think? c: