Here's Chapter 1: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/work.php?id=110894
To: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
Sender: finncleever@gmail.com
April 30th
I still reckon he seems creepy.
Things are kinda depressing around here. It’s the anniversary of when dad died, so mum’s shut herself in her room and Cody went to get pissed. So I’m just sitting here, at the old computer in my room. School was terrible. Forgot to hand in my science homework and got a lunchtime detention.
Ed wasn’t there either, so me and Tyler just walked around, kinda bored. I’m starting to get worried, I mean he just doesn’t seem right. Anyway, this email feels depressing so I’m gonna go and eat my dinner.
To: finncleever@gmail.com
Sender: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
April 30th
You ok? At least it’s Friday.
Mum and Dad are fighting about some god awful thing downstairs so I’m sitting here, listening to the songs Gabriel gave me. They really are good, my favourite is You Found Me by The Fray. It’s really lovely, you should listen to it. I really like talking to you, Finn. It’s kind of an escape, you know? Like, you don’t know what’s going on in my life, only what I tell you, so I can tell you anything. Kat was teasing me about you, and how I have a secret boyfriend, but you’re just my friend.
Remember in Grade 5 when you used to be best friends? And I knew everything about you, and vice versa? I wish it was like that again, because I feel like maybe I’ll never have that connection with anyone again.
Anyway, sorry about Ed. I hope he comes back to school.
To: finncleever@gmail.com
Sender: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
May 3rd
Okay I’ve been resisting the urge to email you again for four days, so I’m giving in. What’s wrong? Is it because of what I said in my last email? Look, if you don’t want to continue talking to me, just tell me, ok?
To: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
Sender: finncleever@gmail.com
May 6th
Hey, Daisy.
I’m sorry about not replying for ages, I’ve had heaps of stuff going on. I know that’s no excuse but I don’t know, I’ve never had the chance to switch on my computer.
Ed shot himself about a week ago, in the head with his father’s gun. The Police say he was having a hard time because his father was beating him up behind closed doors, but I don’t know, it feels incomplete. Why didn’t he write a note or something? He didn’t even say goodbye.
I feel horrible, not like crying and stuff, but I feel kind of detached. Even while I’m writing this, it still hasn’t fully sunk in, you know? Like I’m still expecting him to show up at school and have a muck around with the lads.
The whole school’s in shock. Everyone knew him as the flirt, class clown and just happy go lucky guy that had a bright future ahead of him. Even the teachers are solemn when they see the empty seat where he used to sit.
I had to go to the counsellor yesterday, and it was horrible. They asked me all these questions about my relationship with him like it was something really complex, when I felt like yelling at them “He was my bloody best friend, it isn’t that complicated!” They wrote stuff down on this stupid clipboard and when I left I felt so angry, I just wanted to punch their professional faces in.
Anyway this feels really stupid, writing this in an email. But I just needed some place to get it out.
To: finncleever@gmail.com
Sender: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
May 6th
I’m so, so sorry. I don’t even know what to say. I had no idea, I mean Ed? He’s the last person you’d expect to do that. I feel shocking now, and I can’t even comprehend what you’re feeling right now. Compared to you, my problems seem kind of insignificant now…
To: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
Sender: finncleever@gmail.com
May 7th
Please, don’t. I’ve fine, seriously. Can we just pretend that it didn’t happen, like in these emails? I just need a place I can escape.
So, I was wondering, do you still play the guitar?
To: finncleever@gmail.com
Sender: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
May 7th
Sure, whatever you want.
Yeah I do, I’ve been playing it for a few years now, and don’t you play the piano or something?
Anyway, so Mr P (my art teacher) gave me back my sketchbook. He said they were beautiful, and that perhaps I should join his advanced art class which is attended mostly by seniors. I’m so stoked, I mean it’s what I want to do, drawing. As a living. Maybe this is the first step?
So, Gabriel. I found out some information on him, just by stalking his friends and him. He has three brothers, one of which (the eldest) is in prison. Apparently they live in The Flats. The Flats is like this run-down sort of mini-neighbourhood that the council tries to ignore. All sorts of illegal stuff goes on down there and it’s pretty poor.
Surprising, huh? He seems like just another rich kid, with rich parents and rich grandparents. Maybe he got a scholarship? He’s really smart, and none of his brothers go here. He’s kind of interesting, you know?
Anyway, it’s nearly midnight so I’m going to sleep.
To: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
Sender: finncleever@gmail.com
May 8th
Hey, so I was wondering, since it’s the weekend, do you wanna hang out or something? I can take the train in and meet you at the movies at around lunchtime, tomorrow?
To: finncleever@gmail.com
Sender: daisyroxlaidman@yahoo.com
May 8th
Sure, see you there! (You’re buying me popcorn!)
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Daisy fidgeted nervously with a strand of her hair. Looking around the shopping centre, she couldn’t help feeling nervous to see the boy she hadn’t see in four years again.
She felt so awful about Ed. It had been all over the news, young teen shoots himself with father’s gun and Daisy couldn’t stand watching it or hearing it. It brought a sick feeling to her stomach, and when she thought about what Finn must have been going through she felt even worse.
“There you are!” A voice said from behind her. It was Finn. He looked completely different than when Daisy had seen him last. He’d shot up and now stood a full head taller than her and his light mahogany hair and turned into a dusty blonde. His bright blue eyes where the same as ever and as Daisy wrapped her arms around his waist, he laughed, the laugh she’d always loved. He pulled away and stared at her.
“Daisy Laidman!” Finn grinned, as if he couldn’t believe it. Daisy stared at him, for any signs of hurt or depression, but his expression was clear and happy. He wore a pair of jeans and a grey Arctic Monkeys top, who she was pretty sure was his favourite band.
“So, how’s it going?” Finn asked as they lined up for tickets. They were seeing some action film, one that’s name Daisy had already forgotten.
“Fantabulous, you?” Finn could tell what she was asking him about and he nodded, his eyes darkening for a millisecond.
“I’m also fantabulous.” He said, grinning. Once inside the cinema, they scrambled around madly trying to find their seats before finally settling down.
“It’s so good to see you, like in the flesh.” Daisy said, giving a little jab. Finn grinned and then shifted back in his chair, content to watch the movie. For a lot of it, she just watched him. Finn didn’t mind, and he’d occasionly flash her a grin, then return his eyes to the screen. It felt good to finally see him, and Daisy was content to just sit there with him, enjoying each other’s presences.
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