Post by ADAM MICHAEL KELLY on Aug 23, 2013 6:06:52 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] ADAM M. KELLY SEVENTEEN | STRAIGHT | UNEMPLOYEED | HIGH SCHOOL | LOGAN LERMAN Dear friend, My name is Adam West, writing to you is an assignment for second semester english class. I am seventeen years old and my mom is an aspiring artist and my dad is an architect. I don't really know their story on how they met, I probably should ask some day. I have an older sister named Gwen, and we have nothing in common. While she spends her day talking on the phone, going out with friends and applying an ungodly amount of face puddy, I sit in my room drawing a comic book that everyone but mom thinks is a waste of time. Most of the time, in class I spend in the back of the room, quite and I make eye contact with no one. It's not that I'm shy, I'm not. I just know that growing up, I was picked on, no one really liked me, so instead of talking about my crazy ideas about building rockets and zombies, I spend my time alone. It's not that I don't have anything to say, I have plenty, I know all the answers before the teacher finishes talking, but no one wants to be made a know it all. The teachers don't even call on me anymore, because they know I won't answer. As long as I'm passing my tests and turning in my homework, they could care less about me being bullied. I guess that's fine. It's not like any of these people would want to be my friend anyway. I hope you don't mind that I continue to write to you throughout the semester, you don't have to write back, Adam. Dear Friend, It's about that time again that I write to you. Being that you are a perfect stranger, I find that it is easier to talk to you than it is to talk to anyone else. I'm sorry about that, I know you don't wan tto read some kids life story in a letter with sloppy handwriting, but it is what it is. To be honest, they didn't even give out names with our assignments, only addresses, and knowing that you live in England makes things a seem a lttle less stupid. Well, now that everyone is over the Christmas vacation jitters, teachers are beginning to asignment more homework, which is nice, too much free time makes me a little anxicious, that feeling you get when you want to do something, but you don't even know where to begin? I get that a lot, actually. I'm supposed to take medicine for it, but I dont' see the point in numbing the senses. I can't imagine how annoying it is to recieve this letter once a month, but I promise, in a few months, this will all be over, and my stupid little letter won't appear anymore. Until then, Adam. Dear Friend, My sister is back from college and she wants to drag me to a party, I'm not gonna lie, I don't know what to do. My parents are telling Gwen that she needs to include me, take me out, show me that having friends and leaving the house once in a while can be fun. While Gwen stares at me from the bottom of the stair case, telling me to hurry up, and then calling me Loser. I don't know whether to be excited to be out doing something or be mad that my parents are treating me like a charity case and that Gwen is actually going to go along with it. I spent an hour letting Gwen fix my hair and pick out my clothes. Turns out, I need to stop letting mom pick out my clothes, most of them hit the floor without so much as a backward glance from Gwen. Nothing I have is suitable for a party, so then we went to a store with money from mom, we picked out an outfit. Looking at myself in the mirror I hardly recognize myself, but I can't imagine myself wearing it out in public, but I know Gwen won't let me back out now that I have an outfit and she's wasted so much time on me that she could be using on her own mug. I'm nervous and I want to say, "Go on Gwen, go without me," but at this point, I know it's not an option. Hopefully I survive this night so I am able to write you again, Adam. Dear Friend, Last night was crazy, I don't even know where to begin. I've always thought seeing those kids, with alcohol in their hands, and friends all around them as they shout random things, were crazy, literally out of their mind. Maybe lost a marble or two, even .But the truth is, I had an amazing time last night. Gwen may have ditched me the moment we walked into the door, and handed me her sweater and left me alone to deal with how the night was going to end. Turns out that drunk people are far less judgemental. a few of the guys that stuck my head in toilet water last year wanted me to drink with them, and at first I thought it was a joke, but somehow I ended up doing keg stands, and my worst enemies suddenly becae my pals. I don't know whether to believe it will last till Monda, but I'm crossing my fingers that I may actually have a way into their world and I can stop pretending that I exist for the mere purpose of making their life diffacult. I had a reason to wake up this morning, I'm not used to that. Adam. Dear Friend, I'm very excited to say, that come Monday morning, I was getting pats on the back, being called a monster, but the guy's took me under their ring, and introduced me to everyone, as if we'd never hda a problem before. I don't know what I did to change their mind, but I'm certainly not going to ruin this for myself. Gwen came back and we went shopping and bought a whole new closet full of clothes. I finally can say thank you, and I hug her, I know she pretends to be disgusted, and push me away, but she's secretly happy that I'm making progress, I heard her talking to mom about how proud she was of me. I know she'll never tell me face to face, and I'll never ask her about it, but I can't help but feel like this is the start of the rest of my life. My parents say I can go out anytime I want, Gwen always had to ask for premission and often beg to get her way, but I guess that's what happens when you are a late bloomer. My parent's are just so excited that I'm out doing things, making new friends and experiencing life instead of wishing the day to be over so that the next can quickly pass over until all the days are gone and I won't have to think about themanymore. At least things are looking up, Adam. Dear Friend, It's spring break and I've been invited to all the parties, I can't believe how everything has changed. One semester, I thought about sucide and now I'm thinking about events, parties. I'm supposed to write at least one letter this week, and I can honestly say it's easier than most of the others. Gwen is back for the week, she brought her new boyfriend. I really don't like the guy, he smells of trouble, but now that I've had a taste of what rebellion tastes like, I actually told Gwen that she could do better, I wasn't afraid of him hitting me or her getting mad. I know what getting punched feels like and honestly, there isn't a lot he could do that would make me afraid of him, he thinks he's a rock star, with more tattoos and peircings than I can count, but all I can say is, I am bigger than him, and I could take him if I wanted. Gwen doesn't seem too mad that I don't like, Brenton, he's continuely corrected me on how to pronounce his name every time I say it, "Bren-don." not Brandon, guy is one second away from getting smacked in the face, and if not by me, I'm sure my dad would love to do the honors. The guy has rubbed us all the wrong way. Tonight, I'm going to a party with the pair of them, I was invited to this get together, and Gwen looks impressed with the way that I've changed. At the party, this time she stayed by my side, and wraps her arms around me like a normal sister would do to her brother. "I've created a monster," she tells everyone, some of the people are graduates but most of us are in high school still, so Gwen fits in just as well as I do. I love my life, Adam. My parent's are sorry, and Gwen is crying, for me and for her friends she will be leaving behind. She's been graduated for two years and most of her friends still come back on the holidays and the summer, she's mad she's going to miss out on so much, even if she's going to school four hours away. I keep saying, "I've built a life here, I have friends now," but it doesn't matter. Dad got a new job offer and it's one her can't refuse. He wishes that it would have come sooner, before i had the chance to make the friends that I did. I am scared to have to start over somewhere new. I don't know what I'm going to do, Adam. Dear friend, Schools over, but writing to you has become such a habit. It's comforting to know that you may or may not be reading my letters. My address is changing next week, so I'll be sending letters from a new address. I hope that this change doesn't kill me. I'm going out with friends tonight and I have to break the news. The friends I've made, will be disappointed, but they will move on, it's me I'm worried about. How can this happen? Adam. Dear friend, We just moved into our new house in Maine, it's different than the house I grew up in. It's a nice two story house, with plenty of room. I don't know why we need so much space when it's only the three of us and I'm going to college in a year, but my parents say eventually they want Gwen and I to come back with our families and have a place to stay. I guess that makes sense, so I won't argue. I am not sure how to make friends here, Gwen had been my ticket before, and she didn't even come with us, she stayed at her apartment where she goes to collge for the summer, she said there was no reason for her to come home. I'm pretty mad because Gwen and I have gotten close over the last couple of months. I thought all this blew, but now I'm absolutely positive this straight up sucks. I'm back at square one, except this time, I don't even know anyone, not even the school bulley knows my face. It can't get any worse, Adam. Dear friend, I went to a party last night, a couple of girls on the beach invited me. I was nervous about going, all I can really say is, these parties are nothing like the ones in Colorado, people wear less clothes, and they all look like they have fever on their cheeks as they find a person they are going to spend the night with. I probably shouldn't have drank as much as I did, but I try to convince myself that I was only trying to losen up and make friends. If I was nervous about fitting in around here, I am not sure. Most of the girls talk about how cute I am, never has any of the girls hit on me like they do. I try to remember that these girls have never seen me stuffed into a trash can, and they don't know my history, to them, I'm interesting, different, new. Maybe it's not so bad, Adam. Dear Friend, I lost my virginity last night, and I'm freaking out. Adam. Dear friend, I saw the girl today that made me into a man, but I don't know what to say to her. She was pretty drunk and I don't want to embarrass her, especially since she doesn't seem to remember me, when I walked by her she didn't even pay attention. It's a shame that things are turning out this way, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I think I messed up, Adam. BEHIND THE MASK AKEX | 23 | CENTRAL | BEEN HERE | GUNNAR / ZAC  |
