063 :: Letter
Dearest sister,
Day eight and I am dictating this letter right under that very screen that showed my advert. It was at this very spot that I first chatted to Jack and I think this will be the next spot I see him. He is very exciting. I think you would like him. He is different. But that is the thing about London. There are all these different people here. And I can tell he thinks the best of me. Believes in me. But do not worry. I am not getting distracted. I am sticking to the plan. I am relying on myself only. But it is nice to be able to ask people things sometimes. It can be strange here. Like the Locaal message I got yesterday with strange symbols. I will ask him if it is something I need to know about or just something I should ignore.
Do you remember when I got a bicycle for my birthday? Of course you remember the bike. You might not remember me getting the bike. You would have been very young. I remember the first thing I noticed was it had different size wheels. A slightly smaller front wheel. Not a proper bike. That is what I thought when I first saw it. But then when I was riding it down the hill I did not care about it not being as good as the other girls bikes. It was my bike. I was riding it. It felt good. My very own green bike. I rode it all the time after school. And in school I remember looking out the window. Thinking about riding my bike.
I was not really a good bike rider. The other girls were so good at riding. They did tricks. There was a track down by the river. Do you remember the track. It is not there any more. They built houses where it was. I remember going down there once. There were some kids on the track. Real daring. I watched them go round the small circuit. An infinity loop with a jump made out of a plank resting on a fallen tree. There were three boys and a girl. The boy went first. I remember feeling in awe as he sped round the curve. Hit the ramp hard. He flew so far. Then the girl went. She was just as brave. She was even faster. She flew even further. They all went. One by one. Zipping round the track. Flying through the air. The first boy asked me if I wanted a turn. I said no. But i did want a turn. I came back later. After they had gone. I cycled round the track as fast as I could. Not as fast as the kids but fast for me. I approached the ramp. I braked. I stopped. I did not even try to ramp.
Today I am making up for all those times i was too scared to do something. Today I am learning to skate. And I am putting all my effort into it. I have beautiful ehhlies. They are so smooth. They just coast along the pavements. And I am going to practice until I am as good on the skates as I am on a bike. You know me. When I am determined I will do it.
Love,
