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Quietly Justin got up from the bed and went over to his desk and turned on the computer and stared at the screen, wondering if he should or not. Then, as he listened carefully, he clicked on the icon and heard the computer whir and chug as it connected to the internet. He watched his browser come up and then he clicked over to see his email account.
He sunk down into his chair as he realized there wasn't any new mail and he could feel a tear around his eye. He angrily wiped it away then punched up the send feature. It wasn't fair, it was like he had suddenly been tossed into a void and everyone had forgotten him. All of his old friends never bothered to write, even though they all had his Hotmail address. It didn't change just cause he moved to weirdsville, and yet no one had written. Not his old girlfriend, not his best friend and team quarterback; no one, and that hurt.
If one of them had left town, he'd write to them and tell them what was going on, but not them. He felt so isolated, so alone, that it was starting to hurt. Even his dad hadn't written him this week and that really sucked. At first he wrote every day and it was a great feeling to read his letter before bed, it helped make him feel like at least someone cared. Then after the first two weeks, it was a letter every other day; and now, a month later, and so far he got one letter last Wednesday and nothing since. Was his father forgetting him too?
He typed away now, writing a sorrowful letter to his father, asking him at first, then begging him to come and take him home but he knew he wouldn't. Whatever had happened between his dad and mom it was like she refused to even mention his name. She simply referred to him as 'that man' which made Justin angry. Then too, there was all that lawyer shit going on; and even he was dragged into it, having to sign some stupid paper, which was weird, the questions the lawyer asked were really bizarre, even though he said they were routine. There was something going on and whatever it was, he knew his mother was really angling to get at his dad.
Justin wrote that in his letter too, asking if his dad would just tell him what had gone so wrong, just tell him if he had done something or maybe it was just like they all said, people fell out of love, but why did he have to suffer? He had even asked the lawyer if he would be asked who he wanted to live with, the lawyer had told him no, not in this case given the circumstances, and he wouldn't go further on that either. Damn fucking lawyers, so slimy and shifty, he wished he never met this one, and what was worse, he thought his mom was sweet on the jerk. God, that would really suck, the guy was an absolute geek in every way. He had horned rim glasses, and breath that could kill at 100 yards; and his smile, shit, he had seen more sincere smiles from gators back home.
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