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The Letters - Chapter 03
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 Created on 2-19-08
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Dressed up in his usual attire of torn jeans, band t-shirts, hoodies and converse sneaks, Taylor made his way through the halls of his father's law firm. He was seen by most of his fathers employees as a case of 'acting out' of a typical teen with divorced parents. There wasn't a moment he was in there that someone wasn't giving him pitty stares. He knew what they thought. That he was crying out for attention. But the truth was, he just wanted to be ignored, to be left alone.
"Morning, Taylor." Sara, the 50-something secretary of his father's smiled at him politely. She was always really nice to him.
"Morning, Sara." Taylor replied.
"He is in a meeting at the moment, he shouldn't be longer than a half hour." She replied. Taylor nodded.
As Taylor sat down in a chair. He removed a letter from his messenger bag. He had read it numerous times. Over and over again. Still trying to believe it wasn't true.
"What you got there, honey?" Sara asked with a smile.
"A letter.... from a friend."
"Bad news?"
"I'm not sure. I think its a good-bye letter."
"What do you mean?"
"He's been really sick since we were kids. We grew apart over the years and he passed this morning." He said softly.
"This morning?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. He... uh... sent it a few days ago. But its incomplete..." He stood and walked over to her, showing her the letter, "See... 3 of 5."
"Why would he do that?"
"Cause, see there were six of us... friends. We made a promise to one another when we were little and I think this is he's way of getting us back together."
"Well, your friend must have been quite the clever boy."
"Yes, he was." Taylor smiled. "I'm going to miss him alot. I just wish things were different between us. Wish I could have said good-bye."
"Believe me, honey. I'm sure he knows all of that, or he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of doing something like this." Sara replied softly.
"Yeah... you're probably right."
A slightly talk-a-tive group of guys in business suits came rolling out the office with his father. After some half-hearted politness and fake smiles, they all piled out of the office. Scott Miles, Taylor's father, stopped a moment at his office door, he looked disappointedly at Taylor and Sara, and called for Taylor to join him in his office. With a shrugged of his shoulders, Taylor pushed his letter back into his messenger bag and followed his father into the office.
"All right. What did you do this time?" Scott asked as he sat down in his chair. Taylor plopped down in the chair infront of the desk.
"Nothing..."
"Getting suspended from school doesn't exactly scream 'I did nothing!', Taylor!" He replied. Taylor rolled his eyes.
"I just did what she asked me to." He replied.
"She said she assigned a speech and that you used that opportunity to spreed lies about the school and those associated with the school."
"The speech was on abuse of power and it was an opinion paper. My opinion is that the hypocritical ass of a private school you saw fit to throw me into abuses its power with threats and blackmail." Taylor stated. Scott frowned.
"Do you have any idea how much money I put into that school to even get them to accept you? And here you are, throwing away the perfect oppurtunity to make something of yourself!"
"What? Like a lawyer? I don't want your life, dad and I didn't ask to go to that school. You made me!"
"You gave me no choice!" Scott scolded, that vein in his forehead throb as it always had when he was angry. Not that it wasn't an easy thing to do. He's father was a conformist, in a sense. You conform and fit into the mold he made for you or he made you. That's why his mother left, she was sick of being in his mold. And Taylor, Taylor was just an accesories that became a casualty of war. Now that his father couldn't control his mother's life, he now took her place.
"Look if I'm here for the usual 'I'm disappointed' speech then save it, I've heard it enough, and all you need to know is that I'm not trying to get your approval for anything that I do, cause I don't need it. I'm not you and I'm never going to be you, and the sooner you can accept that then the sooner we can start getting along and out of each other's hair." Taylor stood and grabbed his stuff, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a friends death to mourn."
"Morning, Taylor." Sara, the 50-something secretary of his father's smiled at him politely. She was always really nice to him.
"Morning, Sara." Taylor replied.
"He is in a meeting at the moment, he shouldn't be longer than a half hour." She replied. Taylor nodded.
As Taylor sat down in a chair. He removed a letter from his messenger bag. He had read it numerous times. Over and over again. Still trying to believe it wasn't true.
"What you got there, honey?" Sara asked with a smile.
"A letter.... from a friend."
"Bad news?"
"I'm not sure. I think its a good-bye letter."
"What do you mean?"
"He's been really sick since we were kids. We grew apart over the years and he passed this morning." He said softly.
"This morning?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. He... uh... sent it a few days ago. But its incomplete..." He stood and walked over to her, showing her the letter, "See... 3 of 5."
"Why would he do that?"
"Cause, see there were six of us... friends. We made a promise to one another when we were little and I think this is he's way of getting us back together."
"Well, your friend must have been quite the clever boy."
"Yes, he was." Taylor smiled. "I'm going to miss him alot. I just wish things were different between us. Wish I could have said good-bye."
"Believe me, honey. I'm sure he knows all of that, or he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of doing something like this." Sara replied softly.
"Yeah... you're probably right."
A slightly talk-a-tive group of guys in business suits came rolling out the office with his father. After some half-hearted politness and fake smiles, they all piled out of the office. Scott Miles, Taylor's father, stopped a moment at his office door, he looked disappointedly at Taylor and Sara, and called for Taylor to join him in his office. With a shrugged of his shoulders, Taylor pushed his letter back into his messenger bag and followed his father into the office.
"All right. What did you do this time?" Scott asked as he sat down in his chair. Taylor plopped down in the chair infront of the desk.
"Nothing..."
"Getting suspended from school doesn't exactly scream 'I did nothing!', Taylor!" He replied. Taylor rolled his eyes.
"I just did what she asked me to." He replied.
"She said she assigned a speech and that you used that opportunity to spreed lies about the school and those associated with the school."
"The speech was on abuse of power and it was an opinion paper. My opinion is that the hypocritical ass of a private school you saw fit to throw me into abuses its power with threats and blackmail." Taylor stated. Scott frowned.
"Do you have any idea how much money I put into that school to even get them to accept you? And here you are, throwing away the perfect oppurtunity to make something of yourself!"
"What? Like a lawyer? I don't want your life, dad and I didn't ask to go to that school. You made me!"
"You gave me no choice!" Scott scolded, that vein in his forehead throb as it always had when he was angry. Not that it wasn't an easy thing to do. He's father was a conformist, in a sense. You conform and fit into the mold he made for you or he made you. That's why his mother left, she was sick of being in his mold. And Taylor, Taylor was just an accesories that became a casualty of war. Now that his father couldn't control his mother's life, he now took her place.
"Look if I'm here for the usual 'I'm disappointed' speech then save it, I've heard it enough, and all you need to know is that I'm not trying to get your approval for anything that I do, cause I don't need it. I'm not you and I'm never going to be you, and the sooner you can accept that then the sooner we can start getting along and out of each other's hair." Taylor stood and grabbed his stuff, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a friends death to mourn."
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