friendship of written words;
The idea of letters always sparked a interest in Casper. Before modern technology was invited, people filled blank sheets of paper with the written word. They talked about their day, how it was going and a bunch of other stuff—maybe some wrote about naughty things as well. So one day after soccer practice, the Brazilian boy sat down on his desk and begun to write.
Dear friend, How's it going mate? I hope you don't think it's weird that I'm sending you a letter because then this would be awkward. Anyways, I should introduce myself at this point. My name is Casper Scott-Fuentes. I was born in Brazil but moved to America at the age of four. I'm nineteen years old and I' play soccer. The reason why I'm writing this is unknown, even to me. I just always thought it would be cool to send a stranger a letter. Most people have it on their bucket list, I suppose—at least that's what I heard from the girls back in high school. Perhaps you'll ignore this and throw it in the trash or you'll write a letter and reply, it's up to you dude (or dudette). Hey, maybe we could be friends or something. I promise I won't make this like that movie Perks of being a Wallflower; I'm giving you an address right? Well, wherever you are friend, I'm hoping you're having a great day. See ya on the flip side, Casper. He reread his words over twice, correcting a few errors here and there before deciding that it was done and mail it to the first random address he could find. Soon after, Casper wrote it down on the envelope and placed it with a stamp on the right corner. His mother was heading to the post office, so it was perfect timing to ask if she may drop it off.
Now all he had to was wait.
