Letter bomb| lrh (on hold)

One

And here we go again.

Vida was writing one of her letters at the moment. She had been doing it for about three days now, and she wasn't getting the reaction she wanted.

Relief and content were two of the emotions she was hoping to feel after pushing one of those hand written letters out of her five story window. They were filled with her daily frustrations, inner thoughts and feelings, points of contention, and lastly some prose that popped into her mind sometimes.

The reason Vida wrote those letters was because even though she desperately wanted to see a therapist, she was too freaked out to ask her mom. Her solution? Tossing one paper out a day onto the city street below her that was her most truthful conscious. Kind of like a diary, but after you're done writing you just get rid of it. Like an emotional release.

Pulling out a paper from her binder, she placed it on the computer desk in her room where she sat. 11/10/15, she wrote.

11/10/15

They don't understand. I'm not who they perceive me to be. "What a waste of a beautiful face," they say to me. I try not to listen. "How does she manage to be so innocent?" They whisper behind my back.

Vida thought of how her two friends had yet again pointed out her downfalls at lunch today. And of course it bugged her as a seventeen year old she was still bothered by this kinds of stuff, but what could she do? She kept on writing.

I'm not 100% trustful of their judgement, I mean, one of them has an ego bigger than the Empire State Building, the other one so delirious they dont even know their mothers name. That's a sad existence. What's worse, I call them friends.

Friends who make me feel more alone then I do when no ones home except me.

And yet, another day I'm just trailing in their wake.

That was it. One paragraph long letters that landed to the ground like a bomb. A letter bomb.

Vida pushed open her window, cool wind hitting her face softly. The afternoon sun calmed her slightly while warming up the little kitty of hers that rested on the windowsill.

"Hi cute little guy," she cooed and stroked his orange tabby fur. Vida grabbed the paper off her desk and lightly dropped it out of her window, the edges fluttering as she watched it land. Her work was done. She didn't even care if no one read it, at least she got those feelings out and the words off her chest.

Vida pushed the window closed, startling her cat and waking him up promptly. She petted him for a few seconds before returning to her homework, not wanting to tackle the algebra that was waiting for her patiently.

Senior year was hard enough already, she couldn't believe she was still taking math. Most of her friends had met the requirements last year, but she just couldn't get the hang of graphing in intercept form.

Vida was in the middle of plotting some stupid ass points when she heard the three boys next door goofing off. Because they shared a wall with her room, (damn apartments) she could hear everything they did. The one with the brown hair, Calum, was going on about the microwave and yelling wildly.

She was good enough friends with them that if she pounded the wall they'd shut up. But today, she didn't want them to shut up. She wanted to go yell about the microwave and escape this hellish homework if even for an hour before her mom got home.

Vida stood up from her IKEA computer desk and grabbed her phone. Looking at herself in the mirrored closet wall, she made sure she looked okay and didn't have scraggly hairs or smeared eye makeup. Not that she cared all that much anyways. She went over to Michaels apartment all the time.

Vida left her small apartment and walked just three steps next door to his house and knocked rapidly. Michael opened the door excitedly, laughing and holding a drum stick in his hand. He immediately tossed it into the main room behind him.

"Hey," she said to him while walking in the house. His eyes went wide and he gulped loudly. "Uh, hi Vida," Michael greeted, "GUYS! Vida's here!"

He smiled at her sheepishly while Calum and Ashton walked into the main room with a box of pizza in their hands. "Sup guys," she said coolly and eyed the pizza with a hungry glare.

Ashton nodded and Calum followed suit.
"Bored again?" Ashton asked and set the pizza box on the coffee table.

"Yeah, it's been a rough day. You know, graphing numbers and all."

Calum snorted and strut back into one of the bedrooms, probably going back to playing a video game or whatever.

Michael and Ashton sat down on the couch, and Vida plopped right in next to them. The first one to grab a pizza slice, Michael took three slices in one hand and she stared at him angrily.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she yelled, "Mike that's three slices! There won't be enough for the rest of us!"

Michael shrugged and she punched him in the shoulder. "Don't be a dick," Vida joked with him.

Suddenly a tall blonde figure walked into the room, one she had never seen before. Ashton smiled at him, while she looked to Michael for help. Who was this guy?

"That's where the pizza went," Blonde guy said when something strange happened.

For the first time in her 17 years of life, she was speechless. She stared at him for a solid 30 seconds, and likewise. He was really hot. That, and she had never met him before which also took her by surprise. Ashton and Michael watched the awkward exchange until Ash spoke up.

"Well, Vida, this is Luke. Luke, this is Vida."

She blushed big time and smiled. "Nice to meet you, stretch," Vida said in efforts to diffuse the tension in the room. Luke rolled his eyes and fake laughed.

"Ha ha," Luke said and leaned against the wall, "never heard that one before."
He sounded mad, but when he smiled at her and grabbed a slice of pizza she knew she was a goner.

Exactly why she needed to leave right now. This boy was making her feel weird and she didn't like it at all. Vida shot up from the couch, grabbed the second to last slice of pizza, and left her friends quickly.

"Gotta Zayn," she called and shut the door behind her.

This is bad, Vida thought. Very, very bad.

+Authors note

So this is Vida, and sort of how she is with her emotions and stuff. Also: this chapter not very long but I promise the other ones will be longer:)

Stay rad stay bad xx
Sinclair

(Also if u know where that reference is from then ur A1 in my book)