To: My fellow minion

From: Michael Bell

Well hello there! It's been long since I've written anything. Three months? Sorry for that. So, let's catch up on the following events that have occurred lately. After that fight with Momma and Pappa, I have entirely stopped talking to them. Of course, this is entirely childish but, they won't listen! So what do you want me to do? Pappa doesn't spare me a single word or look while Momma tries to speak to me vehemently. I only say the necessary, that's about it.

Now, after that, about two weeks ago I was in a fight. Although I never ever fight, and hate the idea of it, on a Monday morning during recess, a kid that's very plumpish looking, came over to me and pushed me, for no reason at all. I tried to make amends with the kid but my words were not transferred to his tiny brain. He just pushed me hard and given to his weight and my languid one, I fell to the floor.

This got me mad, so mad I got up and used the classes I took of Taekwondo on him. Everyone's laughter towards me was quickly diminished in a beat as the plump kid was thrown to the floor screaming. I may have broken a leg or something. Before you jump to conclusions, I don't have any problems or any aggressive tendency. It just got me to the edge now the fact that this kid is the biggest bully in all elementary school. I've had enough of him. He's in 6th grade by the way and loves pushing, punching, and just making the lives of innocent kids impossible. I hate injustice, so this is well deserved.

Momma and Pappa were furious when they went to the office and heard the news. The director didn't give me detention or suspension, surprisingly he did to the kid that's the bully. He went off to talk to me alone, asked me why I fought and I found myself telling him the truth.

He gave me a grin that seemed as if he was- proud of me? That was a bit bizarre to me since I'm not used to that... Momma asked me later why I fought, and Pappa just looked at me through his rearview mirror, bitten with venom while we were in the car. I didn't respond. Just looked away, staring at the cars seemingly fly away through the highway.

If I told them the truth, they wouldn't have understood. I've given them plenty of chances: all failed. I'm tired of being treated this way.

Did I tell you that when I was confronted by the parents of the stupid bully, they were very surprised to see me? Never expected it, huh? Sigh... After that day, the grubby kid, the bully, which name is Ryan has become a new follower of mine. All minions I tell you. I guess fighting isn't that bad here when at least you earn respect, right? Besides that, life is becoming dull and colorless.

What to make of it? I have nary a clue. Also, there's a new girl coming next week. Would she be as stalker-ish as all girls are with me? Would she be different? I'll get back to you on that one later on, on my next letter to you my dear minion. But I shall call you from now on Kael. My new first and only best friend. I just don't want to keep living life this lonely. Momma doesn't understand me, Pappa is always frustrated with me, my minions are all dim brained and besides them- there's no one out there who could be my real friend.

Where do I belong? Why am I so alone at this world?

                                                                                                                        -Farewell Kael, until next time

August 27, 2002