6
77 Blair Road
ML5 1QE
August 12
Dear Dad,
Sorry I haven’t written since May—it was the school holidays, and I was really busy hanging and stuff. Then I had to get new clothes for going back to school, which took forever. I guess as I’ve grown up I’ve become fussier about what I wear to school. The new gear isn’t worth talking about, though, so I won’t mention it. Let’s just say I’m having a fashion crisis. That guy from the telly, Gok Wan—do you know him?—well, he tells you to wear one thing, and before you can say “skinny hipsters” the whole town is wearing the same clobber. I prefer to have my own style and be different from everyone else. But it’s hard to be different when you’re a wee bit poor. Well, I am different, I suppose, so that’s one consolation. I was thinking of accessorizing more. That’s one of Gok’s words.
You could say that my life has been hectic lately, and that’s why it has taken me ages to write. I know you are probably going to tell me to slow down and be careful and take care of myself and look out for number one, but I am. Promise. Mom nags me about all that stuff too. She misses you loads. She cries sometimes. So do I. Not cry loads, but miss you. When do you think they will allow you to come home? Maybe they will say that you can come for a little visit. That would be good, wouldn’t it? Anyway, I have to go ’cause I’ve masses of homework to do for tomorrow.
Bye-de-bye
Dylan Mint xxx
I licked the envelope and gave Mom the letter to post.
I told a lie to Dad.
I didn’t have masses of homework.