A letter from June 17th, 2020

Hey there, pal. How's life? You should be done with highschool by now. Guess what? I'm going into highschool. Or some sad thing they wanna seperate "so that the 9th graders adjust to high school." Who seperates high schools? That really brings down the fun. At least for Freshmen. So, are you and Athena going to the same university? Where'd you get in? Did she force Alabama on you xD? Okay, now that all of that stuff is out of the way, how are you, really? What are the things you wanna do? It's a new year, fresh start. Can you imagine that 5 years ago, there were threats for World War 3, the Corona Virus, and so far peaceful protesting and terrible riots because a white officer unlawfully ****** a black man. Dad says, "It's not racist. There were other black cops there. It was just a bad police man." That don't ******* matter. Look, we both know that he just doesn't understand because he's white. Mom get's it. She's not white. So, who were your boyfriends. Girlfriends? Who'd you finally come out to? Oh god, did Mom and Dad find out? Are you even still bisexual? Or did you move on to something else? Are you dating anyone? They better be treating my right, dammit. Girl, if you in trouble, leave them right now. Your safety matters and tbh all of those times I wanted to die and crap really don't matter. I kinda wanna see the freaing future! Anyways, something a little more serious, what happened? Do we ever get out of this? I try to act all tough, but I really am scared. Are we just going to become this, basically, war planet full of hatred and disease? Are you even still there? I'm being honest, did you live? I don't cry in front of people and barely even have the urge to, but I saw things about racist attacks and a story on another child who got corona virus and more riots and I wanted to cry. I'm scared. Please tell me next year will be better. Please tell me that the next half of 2020 is going to rise up. Please tell me that it will be okay. Please. I wish I could know that it'll all get better. Please. Even though it may never reach me, just say it. Say that it'll be okay. Or don't. Just...Please. I hope the world has changed for the better. From, 14 year old Aphrodite