"Hi. This is Fruscia. Can we meet somewhere?" Uh-oh. Not a prankster again. "Hi. I'm Fruscia. He wanted you to have this, " a lady in a slaty blue blazer and slacks approached me. "Oh, thank you!" my eyes managed to gleam with excitement despite the clammy palms behind. "Really?" I mumbled. "C'mon. Go on, girl. Discover what's inside." She twisted her lips for a smile, the sweetest she ever could then walked away feeling it was the nicest thing she had ever done. "L'il Sis, - " the letter went. "I know it's hard to get hooked on with that lub-dub-lub-dub thing. You're just seventeen, so young. There'll be lotta things that'll happen. You're prince charming is yet to come... Frankly, I want to share the same feeling but I know it's a big no-no. If you'll ask me why, I dunno. I just can't. I remain to be your big bro and you my l'il sis." That serene midnight, I woke ...
My thoughts of the devilish and cherubic borne me a diarist. The usual norm: we all started on pencils and paper or the wall or the table with our sticks and loops overlapped and out of borders and lines. These doodles turned to syllables from printing vowels and consonants complicating to words, phrases and sentences. I soon graduated the writing drills of cursive being able to write more than to voice out to express myself. Find the me in this virtual world.