The Friendly Correspondence

A horrible series of events took dictate about a day after Belinda wrote her last letter to Krysta. On the afternoon of the 22nd of December she sat in her living live reading one of Krystas recent letters in which she state that she had received her present and had told the authorities to non to give it to her until Christmas. Belindas parents had departed out shopping when suddenly the door opened and her brother Ron ran into the room. His confront was all red with anger, he was holding some papers in his hand which had been ripped into patchy pieces.Belinda was so used to her brothers tantrums that she did non stir from where she was sitting. exactly as her brother walked by she looked discreetly at the torn papers and saw the words failed and Year 12. She thusly understood the cause of her brothers anger and what make him so wild and furious. Ron stopped at at once and saw Belinda reading her letter. He asked her where mum and dad were. She didnt reply. He stomped like a fake who had seen red, suddenly snatching Belindas letter out of her hands.He read it quick and saw a paragraph addressed to Isobel in which it was asked that Ron be taken care of. He stuffed the letter into his pocket in spite of Belindas constant groaning to return it. That was the beginning of a quarrel to which Belinda contributed by adding her raise spiteful remarks and insulting Ron for having failed to graduate. The brother and sister began throwing things at each other, at offset printing paper weights and then dangerous objects such as peachy knives. In her fury Belinda threw a knife at Ron and unfortunately did not miss his hand from which blood started gashing out.Ron went off to his room not pay any attention to his sister who by that time had realised the unassumingness of the situation, had stopped fighting. She then started to apologise while looking for a bond to designate and his hand. After having written one page or cardinal of sentences that somehow made sense, Krysta decided to stop wielding her pen for a number and take a short break. She sat back in her armchair and relaxed, or some minutes she lost in her themes, thoughts about life, thoughts of love, happy thoughts, reprehensible ones and thoughts about Gary. Ooh Gary Her heart stopped beating for a moment at the very thought of it.She remembered herself as a teenager shut in her heart wailing every moment in the depths of her heart for emancipation She recalled how she had come there and how she spent each day of her life persuasion it was her last one and that she would not get out of there alive. She shuddered as she thought of the cruel faces of her authorities or the hacks as they were often called, of the make food they gave with malicious faces, the way they eagerly roamed around like empty-bellied dogs putting somebodys name in their Punishment Sheets. She thought of her friends at Gary. Were they real friends?She thought of Linda McAllam and some other girl s who let her down. But then she remembered Macy and girls who were nice to her at some of the times, her sweet voice, which often made her and others, weep or feel lonely, were allay in her ears. Everything was clear and in writing(p) in her memory as if it had taken place yesterday and not twenty years ago. On her table shone the paperback cover of a book titled My life at Gary with the words Krysta Bonbons in boldface letters below it and the words BEST SELLER on its side, patronage of all her horror of Gary she felt she owed it something.She felt pretty sure she wouldnt have become a writer if she hadnt been at Gary and had never met her so-called friends. Where could they all be now? What could they be doing? Directing extensive companies, catching burglars, smiling at children with books in their hands and blackboards behind themwho knows? Were they still alive? She felt her eyes pricking as she remembered Belinda, her pen-pal whom shed never met in person, who wrote her co nsoling letters -and also rang her sometimes- during almost the whole of her blurb year at Gary.She had died that same year a few old age before Christmas killed by her violent brother. She looked at her watch, it was 2. 30pm. She hurried so as not to break a routine, which had become a part of her life. At about 3clock she got off the Vaudeville tram and ran to the necropolis behind St. Michaels church. She stood still before Belindas grave who was no relative of hers but with whom she had a relation stronger than with anyone else. From her purse she took out a letter Belinda had written to her and read it all over again with disunite rolling down her cheeks. Thank you, Belinda she said in a languid voice, Thank You for loving me. She entered the church, said a small prayer and left, a habit she never had before visiting Belindas grave for the first time. It was as if Belinda had become an angel and was strengthening her belief in matinee idol praying for her everyday. Her next destination was the nearest newspaper office where she gave a cross out with all her brother Simons to be published in the classifieds She had put the same ad in the same paper for the past quint years.Not that she thought it would do much good but one never knewKrysta was pretty sure that if one day a man younger than her walked towards her calling her sister, she would be very happy and once again would have somebody to love unconditionally just as Belinda loved her. On arriving back home, Krysta threw the pages she had written some hours before into the ash bin and started writing on a new page. Somehow she felt confident(p) the book she was writing would be really good. It would be called My Friend whom Ive Never Seen