I enjoyed reading your letter. Maybe it was because it was my first letter, or maybe it was because I was just having a bad day and thought that if I read your letter it would be better. Anyway, like I said before, I've had a crappy day. Crappy week actually. Everything that could go wrong seems to go wrong. Do you ever feel like just giving up? To thrown in the towel and say 'I'm done' and walk away? That's what I've felt like all week.
First my girlfriend started fighting with me, then I was five minutes late to work, and then I got a flat tire. Reading your letter actually made me feel better. I finally got to meet another person who won't (maybe I should say
can't) judge me because you don't know me well enough. Eventually I might tell you, but until then, I'll try to make it as simple as possible.
Anyways, I hope your life is better then mine right now. It's cool that we have so much in common. I do have one question: Do you live near the beach?
I'll be waiting for you letter. I can't wait to read it.
"Justin, come on. It's time to go. You're going to be late for the recording session."
"I'll be right down mom."
Grabbing an empty envelope, I stuck the letter into it and licked the seal. Pressing it firmly onto the other side, I grabbed a scented sticker and pressed it over the seal. Lame, I know, but maybe Anna would get a kick out of it.
Throwing my phone into my pocket and grabbing my favorite pair of sunglasses, I ran out of my room and down the steps. My was was waiting for me at the bottom, an aggravated look on her face.
"Hurry up. We have to go."
"I know. Let me just put this in the mail."
"I'll be waiting in the car."
Grabbing my keys, I ran out of the house and across my front yard to my mailbox. Slipping it inside, I ran back towards my house and found my mom waiting, like she had said, in the car.
Placing the key in the ignition, the car roared to life as I pulled out of the driveway.
"Who are you writing to anyway?"
"Her names Anna and she's my new pen-pal. She lives in Florida and her favorite color is purple, like mine."
"Does she know who you are?"
"Only that my name is Justin. I haven't told her my last name. I don't want her to judge me for who she thinks I am."
"I'm sure she wouldn't."
"Besides, I don't want her giving out my address and telling all her friends it's the Justin Bieber."
We finally arrived at the studio. I parked my car int he first parking spot and turned the car off. Taking a deep breathe in, I jumped out and followed my mom inside.