Davy and Emma were now in third grade. He loved it. The teasing had subsided really and that made him happy. This day was a warm day so he, Emma, and Rebecca walked contently to school.
"Ya goin' ridin' today?" Emma asked Davy as they walked. He loved the horses and whenever he wasn't helping around the house, doing homework or playing with Emma he was riding the horses.
"Only if me three sisters don't say somethin'." Davy loved his sisters dearly, but being the only boy sometimes was hard, and the youngest at that. They were always asking him to do something.
"I see. Oh, I `ear that we're `posed to do somethin' special in history today." Emma said cheerfully, as she walked through a puddle, receiving a glare from her twin.
"'Ope it's good." Davy said smiling. He enjoyed school, history he thought was sometimes boring.
"We'll find out." Rebecca said matter-a-factly.
Later that day they found out what the surprise was.
"Today I'm going to give you all an address. I want you ta send a letteh to the person on the address." Mr. Devlin said from where he stood behind his desk. Walking away from it he started to hand out a piece of paper to each kid that was in the classroom.
When Davy got his, he saw it was from America. They'd just learned about the Revolutionary War and how America freed themselves from England. To have someone to write to in America he thought would be fun.
"Where's yer's from, Em?" Davy asked as they walked toward her and Rebecca's house from the school.
"America, New York, `ow `bout you, Davy?" she asked smiling.
"America too, but mine's from California. What `bout you, Becca?" Davy asked, casting a side-glance at Rebecca.
"My person is from the same area as Emma's." She said.
"My person has a weird name, Micky Dolenz." Davy said, smiling at the thought of the name.
"David Jones, that's mean." Emma reprimanded him, trying her best to look angry with him, but she knew she couldn't be.
"I'm know, I'm sorry. Ya know what, I'm gonna write `im when I get `ome." Davy said, sounding excited, although the name made him laugh, he looked forward to having a pen pal from America.
That evening after he'd finished his homework, he took some paper and a pencil and started writing the letter,
*Dear Micky Dolenz,
My name is David Jones, you can call me Davy though.
I'm
from England. Mr. Devlin gave me your address and here I am, writing
you.
What's America like, we just learned about the war you had,
when you got away from us. It was interesting, I think, didn't pay
atenshun, don't like history.
Well, me sisters are calling for me,
please write back.
Your Frend,
Davy Jones*
"What were ya doin', Davy?" his older sister, Elizabeth, asked walking over to the table he was sitting at.
"Just writin' a letteh, to Micky Dolenz. `e's me pen pal that Mr. Devlin gave me. `e lives in America." Davy said smiling.
"Al'ight then, well Mama wanted me to tell ya it's yer time for dishes." Elizabeth said, walking out.
"Stupid dishes." Davy mumbled as he went into the kitchen where he spotted his mom.
"'Ello, son." She said, giving his a kiss on the top of his head.
"'Ello, mama. Liz says I gotta do dishes." Davy said, as he grabbed a small stool from the corner of the kitchen.
"That's right and while ya do, I'll dry and listen as ya tell me `bout yer day." She said with a smile.
So as he washed the dishes he told her all about his day, about school and the things he'd done with Emma afterwards and about Micky. He told her how he'd written a letter and wanted to mail it to him as soon as possible. He also told her how he hoped it would turn into a friendship