Letters to Heaven (or Hell. Whichever one you're in.)

    Hey, Auntie.

    I know, I know. You don' like me callin' you that. Old habits die hard, I guess. First off, why the fuck did I ever think it was a good idea to come here? (I know, you don' want me swearin'. But, hey, you do too, you hypocrite.) With each day that passes, I become more and more convinced that everyone here is batshit crazy. I'll have to get used to it, I guess. I'm probably as crazy as they are.

    On my first day, this kid showed me around. Well, kind of--he didn't seem to care that I couldn't see what the hell he was showin' me. He got on my nerves--he just wouldn't shut up! His name was "L" something...Lenny or Lucas or something. Anyways, he finally took me to the entrance hall so I could figure out where the fuck I was staying. Oh yeah, and the kid had clones of himself with him. Clones.

    I got settled in soon enough. It wasn't like I had much stuff. Ash seems to like it here--he curled up on the bed as soon as we reached the room. I love that little bastard. He can be a pain in my ass, but you were right, y'know? I needed him. He misses you a lot. I can tell. We'll be sitting on the bed, or playin', and he'll get real quiet and put his head on his paws. It's usually when I say your name accidentally. He'll get all excited before remembering.

    But enough sentimental shit. I know you always hated that. Uh...let's see. I've here for a bit now. I showed a girl to her dorm, surprisingly enough. A blind tour guide, can you imagine? Ha! She was nice enough, didn't seem to care that I can't see. That was nice break from the usual shit society throws at me. Oh, and I met this other boy. His name is Zak. He was the first person I'd...count as a friend here. But I'll tell you more about him later.

    I've gotta go. School shit to do, Ash is tugging at my shirt, wanting to go outside.

    See you on the other side, Nadie.

    -Sheri

    (P.S. Believe it or not, but I actually miss you. Don't tell anyone I said that.)
        

Hey Nadie.

I've been at this school for a few weeks now. Time passes so fast. Oh yeah, Ash is jumping up and down, sniffing at the paper as I write this. I'll let him put his own little paw print signature on it when I'm done.

This place is crazy fuckin' busy. There's a Spring Tournment thing coming up, but I'm not gonna do it. Stupid excuse for a bunch of little shits to throw powers at each other and show off. As far as I know, Zak ain't doin' it either. It ain't his thing. Oh, yeah--I said I was gonna tell you about him. Zak's power is--I kid you not--talkin' to birds. Ain't that the craziest shit? He actually talks to them--he chirps and everything. It's insane. He says his power ain't impressive, but that's bullshit.

He was a fumbling, stuttering mess when I first met him, but now I've learned that he can be a sarcastic little bastard when he wants to. But he's never mean, though. Unless you hurt his little bird-friends.

I went to visit Zak's dorm awhile back, and he showed me all his little inventions and clock-things. I couldn't see them of course, so he let me hold them and "see" them with my hands. I was afraid I'd fuckin' drop the things, they were so tiny and fragile-like. And he likes goin' outside too, so I ain't the only backwoods boy here. Zak is--you'd like him, Nadie.

Sorry this one is shorter, but I'll try to write as often as I can, 'cause I know you'll kick my ass otherwise.

See you on the other side.

-Sheri

(P.S. We have Dorm Leaders, and Zak got elected. For your information, I fuckin' called it.)

How's the afterlife, Nadie?

It's finally springtime, so thank the Gods for that. The snow's melting. Ash is thankful, too--makes it a hell of a lot easier for him to go piss outside. And that also means that the Sping Tournament has started up. I think the first match-ups are Dirk (a guy who can be a dick one minute, and your friend the next) vs Lon (the kid who showed me around on my first day), and Olwen (some girl I ain't met) vs Kotaro (a kid who's taken a liking to Ash). This'll be interesting. I'm thinking of setting up a booth for placing bets.

Oh, yeah. Remember Zak? I, um . . . well, I mean--we, um . . .

mightkindasortofbedatingImeanwemayhavegoneonadateIdunnoitifitcounteditwasacoffeeshopandohyeahwemayhavekissednumeroustimessoyeah.

Ahem. So that happened. I'm gonna stop writing now before I make an even bigger fool out of myself.

See you on the other side, Auntie.

-Sheri

(P.S. Zak is the most adorable fuckin' human on the planet. And don't you dare tell anyone else. Can't have the word getting out that I've gone soft.)