The Letter

Last night when we got home, all my dad did was yell. My aunt stayed in my room that night.
“This came in the mail for you.” My dad shouted throwing a package at me. I looked at it and smiled. He shouted some words then walked off .
“Who’s it from?” My aunt asked looking at it.
“This guy Ricky.” I opened it and there was the letter I had been waiting for.

Dear Ashley,
Why do people do that dear? Haha. And tattoo ideas? Hmm...you should get my name! Haha no, don’t do that. Get a lighthouse maybe? I know it’s common, but lighthouses are beautiful. I really love them (:
That girl at school is a bitch. Damn, I hope you got everything you wrote down the first time though! And I’m glad you liked the show kiddo. Wait, kiddo? How old are you? I should’ve asked that a long time ago!
I must be off. And all of the boys said thank you. It's show time, wish me luck!
P.S.Oh and thanks for that ‘Little bit of Texas’ thing (: haha.
Stay Strong Beautiful,
Ricky.

“Awe how sweet.” My aunt cooed.
“He’s really sweet in his letters.”
“Who is this man Ashley?”
“He’s in a band.”
“What band?” My aunt raised her eyebrows.
“Motionless in White.”
“Very nice.”
“I’m going back with you.” I smiled, folding up the letter.
“Pack your things.”
I packed up all of my clothes, posters, makeup, hair stuff, and my letters from Ricky. I was going to write him a letter on the plane ride to my new home. I wasn’t sure of what to say though. I would have to tell him I’m moving, give him the new address to send letters to.
I told my father goodbye. He cried a little and hugged me. I smiled, grabbed my suitcases, and walked out the door. I would go to a new school, make new friends, and live in a new house. I didn’t know if I could do this. But I was doing it.
I felt kind of bad about leaving my dad, but eh, I didn’t care. I needed to leave. I had to. My aunt drove us to the airport. We boarded the plane, after going through all of this horrible security. There was way too much of it. We flew first class. It was so much better than coach!
I started tapping my pen on my notebook, trying to think of stuff to say in my letter. I have to tell him I’m moving, and I have to tell him I’m getting a new tattoo, and when I get it done I’ll have to send a picture. I’m getting it done as soon as I get to New York; my aunt promised. I hope she doesn’t put me in some rich kid school.

Ricky,
Dear is such a weird word xD let’s not use it. I’m getting my new tattoo tomorrow hopefully, I’ll show you as soon as it’s finished! Oh! And I’m moving, my new return address is in this letter. I’m moving to New York with my aunt. I’m sorry I didn’t write you sooner, my dad didn’t give me the letter. I don’t know if y’all have already done a concert in NYC, but if not let me know! Maybe we can hang out.
My aunt read your letters, she said you were really sweet. She’s loaded. Is that bad to think of? She said she’d pay to get you up here to meet me.
Hope you’re doing well (: Talk to you soon
~Ashley Manson.

I finished my letter and put it into an envelope I stashed in my notebook. I hope he writes me back. Hopefully he will. Oh, my tattoo, I was going to get a lighthouse, but instead of lines going around it, the lines will be Ricky’s name. Is that weird? He said I should, kind of. I turned on my music and put the headphones in my ears. I jammed out to Bring Me the Horizon's Deathbeds. This song made me extremely happy. I loved it.

~A Few Hours Later~
We landed in New York. The flight was exhausting. I was not going to get my tattoo today, but we did go to the post office to mail my letter. I had never been to my aunt’s house before, so when we got there, I was speechless.
As we approached it there was so much to see: a huge white mansion, the garden was perfect, the hedges were giant rectangles, there were flowers, green grass, a stone walkway, and a large amount of cars. I was flabbergasted. I wandered over to the cars and began looking them over.
“Pick one.” My aunt said, pointing.
“That black one.” It was a black 2015 Ford Mustang. It was one beautiful car.
“Good choice.” She smiled taking keys from her purse.
“House key, car key, and mailbox key.” She smiled, handing them to me.
I took them from her and got into the car. I put the key in the ignition. I turned it and it purred. I backed the Mustang out of the drive way, then my aunt stopped me and got in the passenger seat. We drove around the neighborhood. She showed me the school; she said that it was the best school in the country. So many rich kids will be here.
“You don’t have to wear uniforms.” She laughed. Oh thank god.
“But there is a dress code.” I narrowed my eyes and sighed. Damn dress codes.
We drove to the tattoo place. Okay, I lied. I still wanted to get a tattoo. We got there, and there was a woman at the front desk.
“How can I help you two ladies?” She smiled.
“I’m just here to sign papers.” My aunt laughed
“I know what I want.” I said looking down
“I’ll get Abbie," she turned, "ABBIE!”
“What?” A girl (probably Abbie) walked out groaning.
“This girl wants a tattoo.”
She took me back into her area and asked what I wanted. She drew it out and it was exactly what I wanted. I told her that I loved it, so she put the drawing to my skin and started on it. It was going to be right above my dream catcher tattoo.
After hours of pain she finished. It was bright, colorful, and perfect. We paid and I drove us home. When we got back she gave me the tour, a huge kitchen, four living rooms, and my bedroom that was the size of my house in San Antonio.
I unpacked and put everything in the right places. My walls were a cream color and the floor was a dark wood. I hung my posters on the wall along with my letters from Ricky. I was starting a new life here.

~The Next Day~
I had to go to school today, dammit. I got dressed in skinny jeans, black vans, and a black tank top with pastel colored arrows on it. I kept my hair down and added some makeup. I drove to the school and was astonished by the amount of people who were there. They all looked extremely smart. Shit! I’m screwed.
I went into the main office and told them I was the new kid. They gave me my schedule, and I wondered about trying to find my classes.
History......8:00-9:00
Science...9:05-10:00
Math......10:05-11:00
Health....11:05-12:00
Lunch......12:00-1:00
PE..............1:05-2:00
English......2:05-3:00
Music.........3:05-4:00

I went to my classes, not making a single friend, not talking to a single person. No one wanted to befriend the cool, rebellious, new girl. That’s cool. Assholes. Music class dragged on. Nothing had gone as slow as this class did. Once this class was out, I got into my car and drove home. My aunt wasn’t home, or, at least, I couldn’t find her, but Marissa, the maid, was.
“El correo para usted, señora” (Mail for you ma’am) She said pointing to the coffee table.
“Gracias,” I said in my best accent, smiling at her and picking it up.
Damn how did this get here so fast?
“Oh Ashley darling, you’re home.” My aunt smiled, walking from the other living room.
“Good afternoon.” I smiled.
“Ah yes, Ashley come this way.”
“Give me a moment please.” I sat on the couch and opened the letter.

Ashley,
Good idea! No more dears. And I can’t wait until you get your tattoo! You must show me! We’re going to NYC soon! I’d love to meet up while we’re there. It’d truly be an honor. Your aunt sounds like an amazing lady. Loaded?! Damn that’s nice. Haha, I’m sorry, but I don’t know what else to say! Next time I'll have more to say for you. I look forward to meeting you Ashley.
See you sooner than you can read this letter,
Ricky.

“I read the letter.” I laughed, my aunt was leaned against the pillar that went into the other living room. She looked suspicious.
“What are you up to?” I asked, squinting my eyes.
“We need to speak.” She said going back into the room. I went in there too. What was she doing? She had never acted like this before. This was weird.

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