Imaginary Friend Letter #1- To Casper,With Love

Dear Casper,

I know you think i abandoned you when i didn't,i've been stuck,trapped and isolated from the isles of imagination for almost a full month now and i really could use your help. From your Deep Brown Hair and sea green eyes.I know it sounds weird to call upon you and summon you so randomly; Especially since i know you're in hawaii trying to help out your new friend Ellie. How's that going along anyway?
Apparently one of my friends,Lyudmila,the one from russia knows how to fly,the first thing you do is run off of a cliff,after that you have to scream "Yolt" its supposed to prevent you from dying. But if you scream and jump off a cliff how does it prevent you from dying just from screaming a special word? I don't think we'll ever know the answer but i am trying to retrieve this suspicious secret,Investigations are currently undergoing on for this sexy russian secret agent.

I was also wondering,If you could create a whole new world one sort of similar to adam and eve and the (Maybe) beginning of time what would it be like? The whole reason why i'm asking is because i've recently started watching this new reality show,I know "What? You? Watching a reality show?" its not a normal thing for me to do but then again neither is watching project runway and starting a pinterest. I've decided to give both some old and new things a try considering how i am going to be dating a handsome MO-FO Sometime in college and having different experiences. I've also realized how i grew up and matured thanks to an english assignment i still need to complete,and its actually a really depressing story. I'll tell you that story another time although i'm sure you already know it;you are a figment of my imagination after all.
I'd like to hear what you think about it and how your Utopia would be and look like.

Until i summon my dear fallen angel again,
To Casper,
With love,
Rin/Saouri/Lindsay.

Write S for murder-a short story/first assignment for creative writing.

(This was written over a year ago so now I'm editing and rewriting the story. This is the first part of the three.)

Today in class we had to bring in an object for some reason but since i missed the first day i ended up getting a hat so basically what we had to do was write some type of story with words even if its in poetry but i didn't do that. so alas,here is what i wrote,using a notebook as my object.

I used to write in a notebook once back when i studied journalism in university,it was back when I,Alfie Dejg first met Sophia Kent.Her hair was as light as creamed coffee and her love for animals especially guinea pigs was genuine.Our relationship turned into friendship when we had to cover a story that was in the cold case department which means closed cases that no longer active for some reason. It was a sudden surprise when the other kids would stare at her, as if they've seen her more then once. 

When we opened the file to our assignment,Sophia's jaw dropped into her worst nightmare.

"Whats wrong Sophia?" I asked with concern.

"Oh,just this is the case of..." Her words struggled,voice shook and seeped in pain.

"Its okay. You don't have to tell me." i told her hoping she would calm down. I put my hand on her shoulder;she hid herself in between the desk and her arms.

My stomach rumbled. It was time for lunch break,i tapped her shoulder.

"Hey Sophia? Its lunch time. Maybe i can buy you something to eat to help you feel better?" I asked.

Sophia nodded  her head in a yes gesture. "okay come on." I helped her up out of her chair. I knew she was sensitive and it felt like all my fault for causing her to feel this way.
We continued to make our way through the halls,past the cafeteria and out into the parking lot where we walked up to my old 2006 black Chevrolet suburban.
"Hey Sophia,is there anything you like specifically?" I asked softly.
She stayed quiet for a period of time while i drove to McDonald's the next town over;the closer we got there the more relaxed Sophia became.
"Hey Alfie..." She began her sentence in a slight whisper "I'm sorry for what had happened earlier it wasn't your fault at all. Its just the cold case we're doing a report on involves my late younger brother." She took a deep breath and awaited my reply.
"Oh,no-no it's okay it was my fault i shouldn't have asked if i'd known the topic would upset you so much earlier." I insisted.
"Oh. Thank you." Sophia smiled slightly "I'm willing to tell you what happened if you still want to know." She suggested.
I pulled into the parking lot and parked the car,the click of our seat belts unbuckling broke the ice.
"I do,but only if your really okay with it." I insisted again.
"Okay" She sighed taking a deep breath and began describing her point of view on the Kidnapping and Murder of Travis Kent,her younger brother.

"Back when i was in early middle school around seventh grade,my parents left for the weekend leaving my brother and i alone in the house. We lived in a safe neighborhood,so they let the newlywed neighbors check up on us while they were away. They gave them a copy of the house key." She explained the context of what she was told before school that day.

"When i got home from school that Friday afternoon i told my 8 year old brother that he could go to his friends house right from school. we Lived around the corner from the school and his friend,Jerrod lived right next to us at the time." Sophia stopped to catch her breath for a moment;
"So how did your brother get kidnapped if he was so close to your house,and what about your parents?" I asked."

The story that she was telling me seemed off, what she was saying didn't match up with the facts the policemen had found in her home. 

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