A letter from August 13th, 2020

Time Travelled — 12 months

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Hey Keira. It’s currently August 11, 2020. We’re still in the middle of a global pandemic. We started distance learning/online school last Wednesday. So far, everything is okay. We’re filled with fear, maybe even sadness since we haven’t seen our friends or mutuals in so long. Lately, i’ve been binge watching some anime and movies. It’s not as fun as it used to be, since it’s become a hobby at this point. It’s gotten boring, but thankfully our friends have been keeping us company. You’ve gotten rid of those negative and toxic relationships, which is really good. You’re focusing more on yourself. I’m glad school started. It’s been keeping me occupied, although I miss physically attending class. Right now, I’m feeling exhausted and irritated with so much. It might be because I’ve been stuck in this room for 5 months. There’s nothing to do anymore, other than school work. I’m getting worried about how the government and police officials are disrespecting almost everyone, especially people of color and the protesters. Elections are coming up and Trump wants to delay it. It’s so irritable. I’m worried about my future. I'm worried about our future. I’m worried about America’s future. Things have progressively gotten worse as time goes on. Things were already bad enough before self isolation. I miss how things were before this pandemic. Life wasn’t normal, it never was. I do miss having a routine though. It was a daily routine. I would go to school, learn new things everyday. Once I got home, I was able to relax. Now I’m at home at all times. It’s not relaxing whatsoever. Especially with what’s going on in the world. I’m really looking forward to attending class in person again. Human contact makes things feel more normal. Alright, I hope things are doing better in 2021. It’ll be your junior year. Make the best of it if you’re back at school. Don’t take anything for granted anymore. You’ll do great. I’m proud of you. Love, Keira Ruiz.

Epilogue

over 1 year later

Thank you. I’m proud of you too. We’re going to college! Don’t know where, but we’re going....

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U'vyeo emad ti os arf. ’evwe mdae ti arf so. Ayw rou lahteh reetbt nemtal is. Ot rgge you agina rsttdae igkltna. Od’tn we kwno if hmi i ielk. Don’t lyarel kwon i. Tdon’ i nokw he sleik trheie fi oyu. Citkyr a auinttsoi its’. .
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Neiosr is utghorh walhfay arye. Ew ywa oghuth rbtete eyra ouirjn ni did rou. Ti’s oruy tesb y,oka drite lilst oyu. .
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We thwa, at hreet how nwo we ot work wkor so dentidrmee gsesu ml?rtwaa erew utllyaac eerrmemb. Lebjloie (u,py tkoo job ew rreor nda twhi iltra ta wrkdoe some hartnoe. Swa htsi mdnagea ti ot ew to tub !,a)lfwu tonip gte. .
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Isht fro ouy anhtk rwiintg. Rmebemre oenc htkna ew for oyu ewre awth geplinh em. Okya eb lw’le. P(. S. Ekews, in we , wef dogo kucl) rutn 81 a.

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