Tangible Schizophrenia


Dear John II: I Shall Look for You

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen. Hartigan and Nancy.
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, and why you liked/disliked them.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Title and quote from here.
Summary: The second year isnít all itís cracked up to be.


ďDo you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us two of us miss summeróĒ
-- Silver Wind, Carl Sandburg

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Dear Hartigan,

Middle school isnít as fun as I thought it would be, but we do learn a lot. Plus they put libraries in all the middle schools and none in the elementary schools. Now I donít have to ask my parents all the time if I want to know something. I can just look it up in a book. I help the librarian in the mornings and sometimes she leaves out the newspaper. I learn a lot from the newspaper, but I donít tell my parents because they still donít think Iím old enough to read it.

My writing has gotten a lot better. I looked at some of the stuff I used to write just last year and I get really embarrassed, but I tell myself it was okay because I was a little girl then. Iím not so little now. I grew an inch in the last month, and my mom says I must be starting my growth spurt. Everyone said itís a bad thing, but now I can eat all I want and just say itís my growth spurt.

I had the best ice cream cone the other day. It had three scoops, and the first one was chocolate, the second one was vanilla, and the third one was strawberry. I ate it while I was walking, and it dripped all over my hand so my fingers got sticky. Later I was doing my homework and I accidentally left sticky fingerprints all over the paper, so I had to rewrite all of it. I didnít mind too much. Itís a report on Edgar Allen Poe. He was a very good writer, but very scary. I can never sleep too well after reading his short stories. Well, I can read the ones about Dupin and not get scared. Dupin is a very cool detective that can tell what youíre thinking just by looking at you. But it must be hard to be his friend. I think Iíd be scared if someone could tell what I was thinking all the time. HePoe wrote some poetry, too. His poems make me feel sorry for him because it sounds like he loved someone very much but he couldnít be with them. I know what he feels like. I hope when he died, he got to see them again.