Part 16. My hero
1-7-67 Sun
Dear Sophie,
Peter and I were on the beach today, just minding our own business, when a prick came up to bother us.
"Well, if it isn’t Black and White." Wally said as he approached us with a bunch of guys and girls. "Be careful. She might hit you with a stick."
"Piss off Wally." I said
"Or what? You’ll beat me up? There’re no sticks here."
"That’s where you’re wrong." I said. Wally looked around. "There’s one standing in front of me."
Peter laughed.
"What’s so funny blondy?"
"Nothing." Peter replied
"If I didn’t know better I’d say you were laughing at me."
"Well, brownie, maybe you don’t know better."
That’s where Wally started to get angry. He really started to bother us, and Peter got angry as well. It ended up with Peter hitting Wally in the face. After that we went inside.
"My hero."
"Hero? Me?"
"Yeah, you protected me."
"I thought you were already proficient at protecting yourself."
"Well, I didn’t have a tree branch this time. I had you."
Well, Soph. You can guess what happened after that. He took my glasses again. He said they were safe. I still don’t know where he puts them, but it must be safe because they haven’t been scratched. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s a miracle. I know it can’t be because of me because I’ve already scratched them. You can’t tell when they’re on though. I scratched them about a week after a I got them, on the bottom of the left lens. That’s how good I am at looking after things. Well, it depends on what it is. If it’s a collection of something, they’ll be looked after. But if it’s something like the floor of my room… Lets just say you might have trouble finding the floor. Peter is always on at me to clean it up. I will when I decide it’s too messy or I can’t find something. Though usually when I’m trying to find something everything gets messier.
Ok, that’s enough rambling on. I’ll leave you for now. Bye!
Love Eb
