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years and I can tell the ones that will be back.”
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to.
“This came for you.” Sergeant said handing me an envelope.
I took it from him cautiously.
“You’ve earned a personal item.” He explained.
“Thank you sir.” I said.
“Keep working hard, summer will be over soon. You won’t be back.” And with that Sergeant left me to the laundry.
I turned the envelope over in my hand looking at it like something magical that might disappear at any minute. I noticed that the postmark was dated just a few days after I’d arrived. Carefully I opened the letter.
It was from Destiny.
Chapter 7: Letters
The summer I had spent in Los Angeles had been amazing. I loved performing with the Symphony. I knew now more than ever that it was what I wanted to do. I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else. The summer had been almost perfect. I tried to forget that awkward last weekend I’d spent there. Tried to forget how heartbroken Tyler had looked when I rejected him. Tried to forget how hurt I’d been when he hadn’t come to watch my final performance. I tried, but I failed.
I had grown so close to Tyler over that summer. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss him once I got home. I missed how grumpy he was in the mornings. I missed holding his hand as we walked around his neighborhood. I missed the late nights we would stay up talking, laughing, and sharing stories. I even missed the way he smelled. For some reason I couldn’t forget how nice he smelled when we would snuggle up on the couch to watch a movie. I missed everything about him, yet I was too afraid to call. Too scared to pick up the phone and see how he was doing, what he was doing.
I longed to hear his voice again, to talk to him about my day, to hear about his. But I had hurt him. I knew I had and I didn’t know how to fix that, how to change that. I wished so badly that he hadn’t kissed me, that things hadn’t ended that way.
I wanted to talk to him on the phone. To write him letters. To make plans to spend the weekend or the holidays. But now I didn’t know if he ever wanted to see me again. And I was too chicken to find out. So I didn’t call. Neither did he.
Fortunately school was a convenient diversion from my torment. My senior year was full of distractions. Of course I was in the school band again, plus my private lessons, so to my great pleasure music filled most of my time. When I wasn’t practicing or performing I was working weekends at my mom’s bakery.
Mom had a manager Jessica who had worked at the bakery since before I was born and she handled the daily baking and operation of the shop. Mom only handled the specialty cake orders for which she’d become famous around San Diego. I worked the register on the weekends.
In addition to working at the bakery and studying music I was also consumed with my preparations for college. I wanted to go to Juilliard. My parents were absolutely terrified by the idea of me moving to New York but ever since I was eight years old I had dreamed of going to Juilliard so they’d had many years to prepare. Even still with the date drawing closer I could see the anxiety in their faces anytime I talked about it.
With everything I was juggling I didn’t think I could possibly be any busier. Then I met Blake. He had transferred in to my school mid-semester and was in my world history class. One day I overheard him talking about how his family had just moved from New York. I was fascinated to learn as much as I could about the city that I would soon be calling home and he seemed eager to tell me all about it.
After class he asked me if I’d like to have dinner with him so he could tell me more about the city. We began dating after that and between Blake, work and my music I barely had time to sleep let alone think.
Time flew by and I couldn’t believe when the holidays came up so quickly. It was almost Thanksgiving and Mom was
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to.
“This came for you.” Sergeant said handing me an envelope.
I took it from him cautiously.
“You’ve earned a personal item.” He explained.
“Thank you sir.” I said.
“Keep working hard, summer will be over soon. You won’t be back.” And with that Sergeant left me to the laundry.
I turned the envelope over in my hand looking at it like something magical that might disappear at any minute. I noticed that the postmark was dated just a few days after I’d arrived. Carefully I opened the letter.
It was from Destiny.
Chapter 7: Letters
The summer I had spent in Los Angeles had been amazing. I loved performing with the Symphony. I knew now more than ever that it was what I wanted to do. I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else. The summer had been almost perfect. I tried to forget that awkward last weekend I’d spent there. Tried to forget how heartbroken Tyler had looked when I rejected him. Tried to forget how hurt I’d been when he hadn’t come to watch my final performance. I tried, but I failed.
I had grown so close to Tyler over that summer. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss him once I got home. I missed how grumpy he was in the mornings. I missed holding his hand as we walked around his neighborhood. I missed the late nights we would stay up talking, laughing, and sharing stories. I even missed the way he smelled. For some reason I couldn’t forget how nice he smelled when we would snuggle up on the couch to watch a movie. I missed everything about him, yet I was too afraid to call. Too scared to pick up the phone and see how he was doing, what he was doing.
I longed to hear his voice again, to talk to him about my day, to hear about his. But I had hurt him. I knew I had and I didn’t know how to fix that, how to change that. I wished so badly that he hadn’t kissed me, that things hadn’t ended that way.
I wanted to talk to him on the phone. To write him letters. To make plans to spend the weekend or the holidays. But now I didn’t know if he ever wanted to see me again. And I was too chicken to find out. So I didn’t call. Neither did he.
Fortunately school was a convenient diversion from my torment. My senior year was full of distractions. Of course I was in the school band again, plus my private lessons, so to my great pleasure music filled most of my time. When I wasn’t practicing or performing I was working weekends at my mom’s bakery.
Mom had a manager Jessica who had worked at the bakery since before I was born and she handled the daily baking and operation of the shop. Mom only handled the specialty cake orders for which she’d become famous around San Diego. I worked the register on the weekends.
In addition to working at the bakery and studying music I was also consumed with my preparations for college. I wanted to go to Juilliard. My parents were absolutely terrified by the idea of me moving to New York but ever since I was eight years old I had dreamed of going to Juilliard so they’d had many years to prepare. Even still with the date drawing closer I could see the anxiety in their faces anytime I talked about it.
With everything I was juggling I didn’t think I could possibly be any busier. Then I met Blake. He had transferred in to my school mid-semester and was in my world history class. One day I overheard him talking about how his family had just moved from New York. I was fascinated to learn as much as I could about the city that I would soon be calling home and he seemed eager to tell me all about it.
After class he asked me if I’d like to have dinner with him so he could tell me more about the city. We began dating after that and between Blake, work and my music I barely had time to sleep let alone think.
Time flew by and I couldn’t believe when the holidays came up so quickly. It was almost Thanksgiving and Mom was
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