Thursday, November 4, 2010

Dear Zits...,

I still have a hard time calling you that...but, since you choose not to tell I guess it must suffice.

Do you want to know what I think? Actually don't answer that, I know you don't care.

But, I think you're dreaming. I think you are in a coma or something and you're dreaming. I really do. I think in the end, you will have never actually turned into Hank, or the little Indian boy, or Gus. I think, maybe, in your head you'll think that stuff actually happened, but in reality it didn't.

I find you fascinating though. I think when you get out of whatever you're in you'll have it figured out. You wont feel so abandoned by your parents, you wont be the angry foster kid anymore. I think you'll have a new perspective. And I'm really excited to hear about it. I think you have such a story to tell and so much to say, and I really want to listen. So even if no one else will or wants to listen, I will. I think you're such an interesting person and I can't wait to spend more time with you.

But, I'm learning so much listening to your story: about wars, Indians, I think what you're traveling through (pun INTENDED) is important for everyone to read. I think it will give people a new perspective to not only see something through your eyes, an interracial Indian Juvenal delinquent orphan. And you're allowing us to get up close and personal with Indian wars, and actually learn about some of the horrors in them. You bring up some really good issues, even if you are crazy and don't really know what you're saying...

So....keep saying, even if it's not all right. Because I'm listening.

Time Traveling Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

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