The Friendly Correspondence

A horrible series of events took place about a day after Belinda wrote her last letter to Krysta. On the afternoon of the 22nd of December she sat in her living room reading one of Krystas recent letters in which she said that she had received her present and had told the authorities to not to give it to her until Christmas. Belindas parents had gone out shopping when suddenly the door opened and her comrade Ron ran into the room. His face was all red ink with anger, he was holding some papers in his hand which had been ripped into many pieces.Belinda was so used to her brothers tantrums that she did not stir from where she was sitting. But as her brother walked by she looked discreetly at the lacerated papers and saw the words failed and Year 12. She then understood the cause of her brothers anger and what made him so wild and furious. Ron stopped at once and saw Belinda reading her letter. He asked her where mum and dad were. She didnt reply. He stomped like a bull who had seen r ed, suddenly snatching Belindas letter out of her hands.He read it quickly 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 lessen it. That was the beginning of a quarrel to which Belinda contributed by adding her provoking spiteful remarks and insulting Ron for having failed to graduate. The brother and sister began throwing things at all(prenominal) other, at first paper weights and then dangerous objects such as sharp 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 mop up to his room not paying 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 bandage to put and his hand. After having write one page or two of sentences that somehow made sense, Krysta decide d to stop wielding her pen for a moment and take a short break. She sat back in her armchair and relaxed, or some proceedings she lost in her thoughts, thoughts about life, thoughts of love, sharp thoughts, sad ones and thoughts about Gary. Ooh Gary Her centre 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 freedom She recalled how she had come there and how she spent each day of her life thinking 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 stale food they gave with malicious faces, the instruction they eagerly roamed around like hungry dogs putting somebodys name in their penalty Sheets. She thought of her friends at Gary. Were they real friends?She thought of Linda McAllam and some other girls who let her down. But then she remem bered Macy and girls who were pleasant to her at some of the times, her sweet voice, which often made her and others, weep or feel lonely, were still in her ears. Everything was clear and vivid in her memory as if it had taken place yesterday and not 20 years ago. On her table shone the paperback cover of a book titled My life at Gary with the words Krysta Bonbons in bold letters below it and the words BEST SELLER on its side, contempt of all her horror of Gary she mat up she owed it something.She felt pretty convinced(predicate) she wouldnt have bring about 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? directional great 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 consoling letters -and also rang her sometimes- during most the whole of her second year at Gary.She had died that same year a few days in advance 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 burial ground 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 once more with tears rolling down her cheeks. Thank you, Belinda she said in a feeble voice, Thank You for lovely 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 God praying for her everyday. Her following(a) destination was the ne arest newspaper office where she gave a note with all her brother Simons to be published in the classifieds She had put the same ad in the same paper for the past fin 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 dustbin and started writing on a new page. somehow she felt confident the book she was writing would be really good. It would be called My Friend whom Ive neer Seen