Wowowowow, useless book!

Letters.

I clenched my fists.

My mind was set on one thing, and one thing only.

I marched down to my room, and threw my coat on the floor. I wasn't bothered to take it off, and I was in too much of a hurry to do what I wanted to do.

I threw my drawer open, and scavenged hungrily through it until I found what I was looking for; my letterbox.

I took a moment to admire the box. It was an intricately painted purple box, with blue flowers decorating the frame. I skimmed my thumb gingerly over the patterns before ripping the lid off and tossing it aside, somewhere.

I felt my face soften as I examined the contents. Did I really want to do this?

The pages were very lightly rolled up and tied with hair ties, placed carefully inside the box. I could almost make out the writing on the inside of them, an inky pen used to write them.

Yes. I was doing this.

I picked up the first one, and held it in my hands for a few seconds. I carefully held it with between my index finger and thumb on both sides.

Rip.