xp_communication | Letters from Chicago

June 6, 2004

Dear Jamie,

God I miss you so much. My mother is being a complete... Ok, no. I’m not going to start this way.

Jamie, I love you and I miss you a lot. Things here in Chicago are less than optimal, and not just because you’re not here. My mother has decreed that I spend far too much time with my computer, and far too much time not being social, so she’s decided that I’m not allowed to go online practically at all and has, somehow, gotten my father to agree to this. I think I’m going to go totally nuts.

So, it seems actual letters are the only way for me to write you – we can, of course, call each other, but... No buts. I want to hear your voice.

The parental ping pong probably won’t be as bad as I worried, because it seems my father’s apartment hasn’t got a second bedroom – which means I’m spending most of my time with my mother, which I can live with.

I hope you’re ok, and that things at school aren’t too insane. I want to see you so badly, but I’m resolved to the fact that I probably won’t be able to until classes start again – every time I mention going back to school my mother gets all sort of weepy, so I’ve kind of dropped it.

My days, so far have mainly been spent getting used to Chicago again. There are a couple people here who were friends of a sort when I was here all the time, so spending time with them is interesting. Of course, some of them seem to think I’m some sort of snob because I go to ‘a fancy schmancy private boarding school on the east coast’, but I’d rather they think that than know that I go to Xavier’s, I guess. Not entirely sure what they’d think if they knew I was a mutant.

How are you? I miss you. I said that already.

I should probably stop before this turns into a dissertation on your merits and how much I want to be with you. I’ve still got months to survive and I don’t know how I’m going to, but I will, if only so I can see you again in the fall.

Love you so much,
Yours,
Kitty

June 6, 2004

Dear Illyana, Jubes and Terry,

How are things back at the mansion? It’s really weird being back in Chicago where no one knows I’m a mutant. It’s so strange always being with people who are ‘normal’, and they just take it for granted that everyone is. But then, I guess at school we sort of take it for granted that everyone isn’t, or something.

Hope you three are getting by without me, but not too well. I miss you guys. It’s really different having my own room again – got used to your snores, Jubes, and now my room’s too quiet.

How is everyone? I’m so out of the loop, because my parents have decided that the computer’s bad for me, or something, and now I’m not allowed online unless I go down to the local library. It’s really frustrating.

Is there anything interesting in this year’s selection of summer courses? I hope they’re not too hard, and good luck with them!

Say hi to everyone for me, and make Jamie not mope too much. I figure, since I don’t have anything better to do I can mope as much as I like, but he should at least get out sometimes. Miss you guys tons.

-Kitty

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From:

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Dear Kitty,

I love you. And yeah, I'm starting all my letters to you like that. Told you I would, remember?

Your mom is being a complete ellipsis. Definitely. But what you want you get, from me anyway, so . . . actually by the time you get this you've probably already gotten the phone call, and we've decided that I can't call you as often as I want to because of what it would do to my college fund, but I will definitely be calling as often as we decided I should call. And wishing it were more often.

Things here are . . . they could be better. Well, obviously; you could be here, and that would be better. But . . . yeah, that's about it. I miss you a lot. I miss seeing you, and talking to you, and doing homework with you, and kissing you, and giving you backrubs, and falling asleep listening to your heartbeat . . .

I'm not sleeping very well, actually. I didn't want to get into this because I want you to have as much fun as you can while you're there, not spend too much time worrying about me, but it felt too much like lying. So I'm not sleeping very well. I can deal, and it's getting better, but now that you're not chasing my nightmares away, they're having kind of a field day. Field night? Whatever. I'm meeting with Doc Samson a lot, though, and that helps, and I really should be learning how to deal on my own anyway. I just wish it were over.

Doug and Angie took me to this Magic the Gathering convention on Saturday, and that was mostly fun . . . they weren't very coupley, which was good, and I think I have Angie to thank for most of that. I love Doug like a brother but he exists in a clue-free state sometimes. And a Magic convention isn't exactly my idea of a thrilling time anyway . . . some neat D&D exhibits, though, and "out of the mansion" is not to be sneezed at.

I'm glad you're spending time with your friends. And I'll try to be more positive in my next letters, and on the phone, but I'm missing you a lot right now.

I love you. I'll talk to you soon.

Yours always,
Jamie

From:

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Inside the box is a midium sized stuffed black cat

Dear Jamie,

Another Kitty, for when you need one. Not as good as the original, but good at helping to guard against bad dreams.

You're right - Doug is not the king of Cluesville by any stretch of the imagination.

Love you. Your,
Kitty

From:

x-crowdofone.livejournal.com

Dear Kitty,

Half a continent away and you can still make me feel better. Love you so much.

Something I meant to put in the other letter but lost my train of thought--I don't know if you've been able to check the journals since you left, but Doc MacTaggart found out that Skippy would've died in a year or so no matter what we did, whatever Magneto did to his genes was making him fall apart. I'm not really sure what to think about that. I think I feel . . . better? Maybe? Vaguely? Because at least it was faster, and . . . not as painful. But I still wish it hadn't been me. I dunno, I think I'm confused, mostly. But I thought I should make sure you knew.

. . . I really need to work on my non-depressing thank-yous, don't I? I love you, and I love the stuffed kitten, and I'm sure I'll sleep better tonight. Thank you. Try not to drive your parents too nuts, I want you back as soon as possible.

All my love,
Jamie