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Letters from Sky
By Jan S
Part 4
© 2008 by Jan S
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Wednesday, April 9th (night)
Really? You missed my letters? I thought for sure I was boring you for
sure by now.
Nothing much has happened here really, yeah I got my hair cut at that
place with Ms Y, and the girls got me another present too, another top.
They are really -- doing something -- I don't know. It's getting too
embarrassing and confusing to talk about, I guess. I got to figure it
out.
Mar, I can't -- You know what I mean -- I just wish I knew what to do,
but I feel... oh - nvm.
School is weird still, but only with teachers -- worse than ever. I think
something is going to happen there. But at least the kids are leaving me
alone -- it's like it's so close to the end of school they don't even
want to know me enough to hassle me.
Doesn't look like I'm babysitting at all this weekend, so I won't get to
see Lisa or Wendy either. I'll get to be my yeecky self for awhile.
bye,
Sky
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Thursday, April, 10th (evening)
OK. It's OK you want to hear all about it. Really, Marsh. I'm kind of
like not feeling like talking sort of. But maybe it will make sense to
you. And I think that Ms Younger thinks like that it isn't a problem for
me and is going to keep going on with it too. Ugghhh
I'll talk to Dad about getting a digital camera and sending you some
pictures of the skinny me (and my beautiful locks too). But it takes a
lot longer to get 'puter stuff done now that you and Michael aren't
around. I'm not good at it like you, even if I am lots geekier overall.
OK, but details and in order. The hair cut thing was no big deal. It was
a shop set up for kid's, with toys in the waiting part and cartoons on
the walls, but there was a girl bigger than me in there and a little boy
too, and their was this one barber that Ms Y. knew and wanted to wait
for. And he was real gushy but nice too.
So he asked me if I call my hair blond or red, and I said sometimes one
and sometimes the other, or strawberry blond sometimes, and he said it
was a just a bit too red to officially be strawberry blond, but I could
say it was, and I should take better care of it. Then he ask me what I
wanted to do to it, and I said make it look less crazy but keep it long
enough to cover the scar on my neck too. And he looked at the scar but
didn't ask about it, and said he could do that and would make it a bit
less curly and very nice.
And then -- no barber ever did this to me before -- he washed it. And he
did it about four times, and then he took forever cutting it, like he was
doing each hair one at a time or something. But I really like how it
looks now, I guess, you know. It doesn't look like a blond afro from the
hippy times, and he said he did it to have two looks if I want. I can
part it if I want, but that has to be in the middle or just push it
around and it comes on my forehead a bit. It looks good. I'm supposed to
wash it almost every single day too, according to him, and I got three
different kinds of stuff to use on it and one makes it less curly.
But on the ride back -- well actually before we started, because Ms Y
wanted to talk to me when not driving -- I got the top that Lisa had got
me. And I already knew about it, and I knew it was going to be strange,
because Lisa sent me an email Monday night telling me, and she said I
needed to be real happy about it so her mother wouldn't know I was a boy,
and that any "girl with eyes my color and called Sky would have lots of
stuff that color already."
But I was still surprised, Marsh. It is sky blue, I guess. You know a
light, bright blue. But it has a tit place. You know?
I mean it's all bunched up right there and pulled down right in the
middle of it and, I guess it isn't for people with real boobs because the
pockets there aren't big, but just for girls, but then it's tight across
my chest and makes it look like I got something there anyway, and it
doesn't have shoulders but just strings to hold it up, and that part is
bright yellow with checks of the blue, and below the tight part it flares
out and is pleated and even doesn't come together at the back except for
two buttons that are between my shoulder blades, and I can hardly reach
them. And the blue part is real shiny and slippery and pretty. And if I
was a girl, I would think it was real cute and nice, and really, really
want to wear it, probably, you know, but I'm not a girl though.
And as soon as I open the bag, Ms Y says, "I know, Sky, but they really
liked it for you."
And I said, "But I thought I wasn't supposed to tell them I was a girl,
and wearing this would be trying to fool them (if they really thought I
was a girl -- but of course I didn't say that part.).
Ms Y. sighed real, real deep and said, "I have been thinking about that,
Sky. When we tell them you are a boy -- soon -- just say you didn't want
to embarrass them by telling them sooner, and wore it to be nice and to
avoid telling them they were so mistaken. (Which was stuff I had said to
Lisa on Sunday already and was true too about the other stuff we were
talking about then. But WHY would Lisa buy this?)
Then Ms Y. said was her fault again, because she saw and was looking at
it, and even thinking how pretty it would look on me, and that is when
Lisa noticed it. Yeah, well, that's what she said.
I asked her if she couldn't have said it cost too much because she
already pays me and doesn't need to buy me presents every time too. But
Ms Y said that it had been in a sale bin and very cheep, and her
daughters had stacks of gift cards from relatives that they didn't know
what to do with, and she really had a hard time telling them not to be
generous until it got out of hand, which it didn't very often, and that
she was afraid her kids were rich brats.
So I told her they were not, but were really nice. (True - all but one
time, right?) And she smiled and said that was good to hear, and I was
really nice too.
Then she went back to talking about the shirt and said I really should
wear it the next time I see them, but she didn't have any plans coming
up, and I shrugged.
And then she started the car and said she wondered how much I minded
doing it, and I was like: "Huh!!" You know.
And she shrugged and said, "I'm not accusing you of something, Sky, just
wondering. I'm not usually there when you are with the kids." (And I
smiled, you know, because that's why you get a babysitter, right?) And
she smiled and said at breakfast Sunday, I looked pretty happy being one
of the girls, and that I cook cookies and watch movies that are 'chic
flicks' or the kid version with them. And that that wasn't even counting
things like wearing skirts and painting nails and knowing "The Hannah
Montana" theme song (yeah, OK, but sometimes there aren't a lot of
choices on TV.). And she knew about all of that already. Then she said,
"You have fun doing that, don't you?"
I just told her I just didn't know what else to do besides wear the skirt
after the spill, because I couldn't just hide, and I didn't know what I
would have done if they knew I was a boy, and doing that other stuff is
OK. And that I'm just trying to find things they would like to do or say
yes when they ask for something if I can, and all like that.
And she smiled and said, "You know, Sky, many people think you show power
and strength by saying 'No'. But I think you show it by finding ways to
say 'yes'. That's why I spoil my kids; I like the power. So I like your
answer a lot."
And I've been thinking about that, Marsh, and think she's right, I mean
'yes' is hard and 'no' is easy, right? But it's a weird to think like
that, isn't it. And besides, sometimes finding ways to say 'yes' a lot
just means you get pushed around all the time. Right?
Anyway, we didn't say much else until she said, "Think about whether you
really mind being thought of as a girl, or if you are only scared of
being found out." And she didn't say that until she was in the apartment
parking lot, and she said she had to hurry to not be late, so I couldn't
say anything back.
So I guess I won't see them at all this weekend.
OK, that's everything I think.
Oh Zack asked me if I wanted to go bike riding tomorrow after school, but
I can't. It would be nice a lot to get one friend in there at school, or
around here.
Are you back with Jim, or have you found someone new? Just wondering.
Love ya, Marsh.
Sky
P.S.: Mars, don't ever, ever say something about this stuff to our
mother. I guess you know that already of course, right? But just, please,
really super don't!!
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Saturday, April 12th (noon)
HI, Big Bro!!!
Good to hear from you, Mike. Guess Marsha gave you the address, huh? Has
she told you other stuff?
Sounds like you guys got hosed big, all right. I haven't been following
the tourney at all this year, or even hoops at all. Guess I've been busy
with moving and things. I'm stuck home today and will probably wind up
watching some later.
I think Dad would like to hear from you too, you know?
Yeah, we still have all you stuff here. Well, some of the big stuff is in
a storage place, but most of it's here. Dad didn't throw out anything, I
promise -- I helped with the packing. If you don't want to talk to him,
I'll find stuff and send it to you. No prob.
So long, Bro. (you called me that. Do you think we are really still,
Mike?)
Jude
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Saturday, April 12th (evening)
Hi, Marsh,
I'm only writing because you didn't like it when I didn't for two days
before. Nothing big this time.
I just spent the whole day playing CoH. When Daddy finds out he will
probably do his "You're a turnip" spiel, won't he? But I got a toon all
the way to level 17, my highest ever by almost twice.
Zack is a real good scrapper, and he gave me a million influence and told
people I was his girl friend, and that's why he always got the first
bubbles, and we got on a good team and got raptor packs and zero g-packs
both now too.
You and Jim doing OK again?
Does Michael have any rich old toons, you think? He wrote me BTW.
I think I'm going to hit the books real hard tonight and tomorrow. Friday
I was sent to the study hall by four teachers to do work from earlier in
the books. They said, "study hall," but it was in the detention room.
Before that they had put me at the back of the room with work in some
classes.
Dad wanted us to go fishing this weekend but something happened, and he
has to be at the dialysis center all today and tomorrow, he wasn't
supposed to have to do that so much anymore. Oh well. They have trout
streams around here, and he said he's going to teach me to fly fish, just
as soon as he learns how.
W/ a lota love and stuff,
Sky
P.S.: I guess you have been real busy with your papers and stuff, or
other things, huh?
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Sunday, April 13th (night)
Hi, Marsh,
It's OK. I don't think you need to write all the time. I know I get real,
real chatty.
I thought you played that game some more than that though. Influence is
what they call the money the heroes get. Zack's brother has some fifties
and gave him a bunch of it. 'Toon' is what people call their avatars
because they are like comic book heroes. C?
No, Zack and I had planed to meet up online. I called him to see if he
wanted to go bike riding (someone was ragging me and telling me that I
should work harder to get to know peeps and stuff, so I did it. And it
worked out some.), but he was in trouble, I think for fighting with his
brother or something, and couldn't, and we talked and got around to CoH,
and got together to team up. OK?
And no he wasn't teasing me by saying, "girl friend", that was just
because my character was a girl. The superheroes I had already built on
the server he was on were girls. 'Bubbles' is what force fields are
called, and I was an FF defender. Now you know all about CoH. Oh, he's a
katana-regen scrapper -- I bet you don't care. We did it some more today,
but not long, only a couple of hours, because of parental grief -- his.
I've just been reading Terry Pratchett stuff and watching movies since. I
got "Princess Diaries, II" from the vid store, because I didn't see much
of it the other night and, you're right, not nearly as good as the first,
but I liked it OK. And Daddy finally got back about six and said he had
found out about a good sushi place. It wasn't as bad as most places
around here, but wasn't as good as back home and is a long ways and cost
a bunch too; so weekly sushi nights won't be happening here, I guess.
Oh, you asked. The scar on my neck was an accident thing that happened
right after Halloween last year. It's nothing. I don't want to go way
into it. OK?
Haven't heard form the Youngers at all, no.
Mike hasn't written back either.
Bye, Sis. Hearts!
Sky
P.S.: Mar, I'm using some of the small things you kept in your room, and
I know you said it was OK, but some might still be important to you, so I
wanted to tell you. I'll take care of them.
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Monday, April 14th (Late Afternoon)
Mar,
I got kicked out of school, Mars.
Well mostly. They moved me to all remedial classes. Really. And I got
this real fat letter to give to Dad. Is he going to kill me? Oh, he's
been real good lately, but still!!
And he has been so busy at his office and having to go to the dialysis
place so much. I had to ride the bus from downtown because he had to work
late even tonight. And when he gets home -- WAM from me.
You know, it's just -- I think the people I'm in with are like the
dyslexic and learning problem kids, and remember Greg, down the street,
he was in that group but was real, real smart if he didn't have to read.
So it doesn't mean I'm real stupid, right? I know that.
But Marsh, I can read real good. I just finished the latest Pratchett in
three days and all, and that's a teenager book -- at least, right? Not a
kid's. And I read more than almost most people. And when we were reading
Jasper Fforde's book, I had to explain about the Unitary Authority of
Warrington Cat,, because I read so much and you hadn't even read Alice --
you weren't just pretending so I'd feel smart, were you?
Even though it was just introduction day today I could tell it's not
going to be right, you know?
I'm going to go fix something good for Daddy's dinner. Think that will
help??
Hug me, Marsh!
Love,
sky
Marsha, do you know who St. Jude is? If you do, do you think I got that
name because she knew even before I was born?
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Monday, April 14th (late night)
Hello Marsh,
I got your note and thanks and all.
Daddy wasn't real mad at me at all. I handed him the letter when he
walked in and made him look at it right away. (I made him some strawberry
turnovers, but the short cut ones with canned croissants, because this
maid that comes in had already cooked for us. Just baked chicken breast,
asparagus, and pasta.) He didn't say anything right after reading the
letter, and it was a real quite dinner, but we talked about this TV show
we watch together sometimes. Then when I brought in the turnovers he
started to laugh, sort of, and he grabbed me and gave me a giant hug.
(Which was weird, and especially because he was laughing. He's done that,
OK? But only when things were real sad, before. And he wasn't.)
And we talked about it, and he is probably right - it's because of all
the school I've missed and changing three times in a year (even though
one of those was back to where I started). We counted up, and I've missed
over eight weeks, not counting the times it was only one or two days like
last week and when I had to go to the court or something. So he is going
to try to talk to the school as soon as possible and see what the deal
is.
Anyway, I can't get to sleep, Mars. So I looked for your letter. And
thanks. I'm happy you think I'm a genius, even though it does prove
you're not and are insane. :-P
Oh - Mars, Oh, Daddy just came in because he saw my light on. I told him
I was writing to you, and he said hurry and finish, and then he put his
arm around me and kissed my head on top. He's made me some chamomile tea
in the kitchen, and I'm supposed to go drink it and then ride an
imaginary down elevator (he ever teach you that for getting to sleep?)
But Marsh, I'm --- nvm, I should hurry and get the tea.
I hope I can always write to you Marsh!
Love and hugs!
Sky
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Tuesday, April 15 (afternoon)
Hi,
So it was my first real day in dummy class. OK, that's just mean and
stuff, but you know. Some of the kids were fine, and they were nicer than
regular kids too, but it was weird. We all have carrels and then people
have lessons in the middle of the room sometimes. And we spent the whole
morning in one room and the whole afternoon in another, so it was like
back in primary again almost. And I never really got called to the middle
part, but told to finish all these work sheets, and then I just sat and
read in the cubicle and, Marsh, it is like the teachers in there know I
don't belong there and don't want me there either.
Daddy's going to call though. I hope it's fixed real soon.
And now I don't even ride the regular school bus either. It's like we're
contagious and can't get mixed in with real people. I come home on a
little bus, and they have a special boss person on it besides the driver.
At least I only do that twice a week, and it's quicker so maybe no one'll
ever see.
Saturday I went to the Rec center and signed up for some classes. And now
I got to go to the first ones today. And I really don't feel like it.
There'll be real kids from my old classes there, and they'll all know I'm
stupid now.
I didn't even get to see Zack at all today, because of those dumb busses
too.
You think Daddy will be able to get things changed?
hugs, sky
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Tuesday, April 15th (night)
OK, Marsh, back again. OK, I'll tell you about the rec classes today if
you really want to know. Daddy is in the kitchen working on stuff - the
taxes I guess -(there's this little room off I entry that'll be his
study, but his desk and stuff aren't set up, so I can't even watch TV
while he's busy). We couldn't talk much at dinner because he said he had
to get busy (and I hope he's not mad at me, or sad about something, but
maybe he just needed to get busy like he said, right?) He can't meet with
the school people until Friday, so I'm stuck until then. And I know he
isn't mad at me about that, I think, because he said that.
Anyway, those classes were OK. I mean, you know, it was weird showing up,
and they started three weeks ago, and I was worried about not knowing
anyone, and peeps knowing to much about me and all, but the teachers
didn't know I was stupid at least, and since they are for fun classes
they weren't mean most of the time.
And I did know peeps too. Lisa is in my first class, which is pottery,
and as soon as I walked in she yelled out, "Hey, Sky," real loud like.
And before I can say anything she tells all her friends that I'm her new
friend and tells me all their names, and it was about ten or a hundred so
I don't remember them, and I wind up sitting with Lisa, instead of at the
table where all the boys are sitting, (there were only six boys to maybe
12 girls.)
And because of all the others being around I only got to whisper about
why she got me that top, and she couldn't really answer but sort of
squeaked, "I forgot. Really." A pretty dumb answer, huh? But she did look
embarrassed or sorry maybe. So we were working on our projects, which are
fruit bowls, but are going to have to be for grapes and raspberries only
because they're really small (maybe lemons, if I can get the clay thin
enough), and we aren't using a wheel just hand shaping them, and the
others are just starting on them too because it is the second project.
(They made trivets like leaves first.)
And our table was so noisy that I thought the teachers wanted to tell us
to shut up even though it's not school, and she did say "hush" a couple
of times, but she stayed nice.
The girls at the table were real nice to me anyway, even being new, and I
think that one of the girls at the next table is -- was in my Math class,
but she talked to me now too. When that class was over, most of the girls
including some of the ones at the next table that were older, had the
Rock Dancing class, which must be real popular, and I walked with them,
and we kept talking the whole time they got ready until they had to warm
up, but I had the origami class next. (I wanted to do fencing because I
don't think that would be strenuous (Do you?), but Daddy said no.)
So guess what next? Zack is in the origami class with me, and so I know
someone there too. But his table was all full, but we did get to talk
some. And except the first time he called me 'Bubbles', he was OK. And
then he told his friends it was because I was a force field defender in
CoH, and so it was cool, and they thought I was cool because I play that
a lot. I knew stuff about some of the power sets they didn't even, and
they didn't know that was because I build lots of guys and don't play
them very long. And guess what else, Zack is also in my Fly Fishing class
I'm going to take on Thursday (I'm going to teach Daddy how to do it. :-)
) (Emotes always turn out weird when at end of stuff in parentheses; hope
you can see that one. Does the nose help?)
I learned how to make a box that doesn't open. Well it's a start.
So I had wanted to do computer or computer animation class, but those
were crowded, and photography is on Wednesday or Friday when I can't go.
So the class I'm doing before Fishing is Cooking, and I guess that will
be OK, because we got this lady that comes in twice a week and cleans and
makes us dinner those nights, but the rest of the nights we got to cook
or eat out. Daddy's not too bad, and we got books like "The Bachelor's
Cookbook" and "Quick & Good", but it'd be better to know more. I just
hope I'm not the only boy in it, you know.
So, yeah, you were right and, I guess, so was that lady that told me I
should do it. Because I didn't think about the school thing and stuff for
a little while while doing that, like you said. (But then it ended, and I
did again until telling about it. I'm only going to talk about good stuff
for the rest of my life! OK?)
Daddy just told me to go bed right away. I think he's just cross, maybe
because of doing taxes - it's been a big problem because of the
accountant being so far away, and he said he was going to get an
extension, but he's still been working on it a lot - but it might be
something else because he doesn't tell me when to do that that much, but
I g2g.
Love ya' a lot,
Sky (really I do, Mars!)
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