Book 1: Ghost of the south

Chapter 8

3 weeks have past, and almost every day Wesley was debating whether he should write back to Adamma he closed his notebook and put his head into the pillow, and screamed. Wesley couldn't understand why he was seeing these things, especially now. Was he so bored and that lonely where he was having hallucinations of a person? Wesley needed a friend and he needed a friend fast.

The day went on with Wesley putting in his cape and pretending he was Superman though he probably looked immature and dumb. But Wesley didn't care though he was living out his fantasy. Wesley heard crying and laughing coming from across the cotton field. Wesley walked toward it a little and got a little glimpse of what was happening. Two big boys were bullying a small ginger. Wesley took a step forward then moved back.

Flashback:
"Wesley baby you stay away from those southern boys," Mary said taking a sip of her water. "Why? Imma southern boy." Joe said smiling. Mary shook her beard.
"No, I heard some awful things about boys over there." Wesley nodded. Casey smiled at Wesley. "She thinks your weak," Casey said. "No, she doesn't," Wesley argued.

Wesley sighed. And walked away back home it was getting dark anyways. After dinner, Wesley sat on his bed. Thinking about that boy he could have saved. "Pathetic Wesley, pathetic." Wesley looked over to the door and thought for a minute. Wesley got up from his bed and took a notebook out. Writing. Hi. He slid it under the door fast. Minutes went by but it felt like hours to him. Wesley frowned. "Stupid." He said getting up and going back to his bed until the paper slid back under the door. Wesley scrambled to the floor and picked the notebook up with urgency.

He read it and it wrote back. Hi, my name is Adamma. Wesley smiled. He sat on the floor and wrote back. I'm Wesley. He slid it back
Under the door. Seconds later it slid back. Hi Wesley. Wesley felt joy in him knowing he might of found a friend. How old are you adamma? Wesley slid it. It slid back. I don't know. Wesley read it he sighed. I'm ten. He slid it back. Then once again it slid back. That's good. Wesley read it and smiled again. That's when another paper slid under. Why didn't you protect that boy? Wesley read it and his eyes widened. Did you see me? Wesley wrote.
The paper slid back. I see everything here Wesley. Another paper slid as well. Even when you argue with that girl. Wesley chuckled.

That girl is my sister. He wrote and slid the paper back. Really? You fight so much.
Wesley sighed. Yea she's a real pain. He slid back. you should teach her a lesson. Wesley got the paper and laughed. He thought the comment was quite humorous.
Maybe one day. He wrote playfully and slid it.
Yea one day.
When can I see you Adamma? Wesley's hands were shaking.

The moment felt like it got quiet Wesley was waiting a while until it slipped back. And there the words wrote. Whenever you want. It brought scary energy to Wesley but he didn't want to scare her away. Another paper slid under. You know where to find me, Wesley. Wesley's heart pounded he didn't understand what they were talking about. What do you mean? He slid it under. The tree. Wesley read it. "So it wasn't a dream." He whispered to himself. Then another paper slid under. No, it wasn't.

Wesley nodded and wrote. Tomorrow after breakfast I will meet you at the tree. Wesley slid it under the door and waited. Then a paper slid. Ok. Wesley smiled and wrote. Goodnight.
He slid it. Then a paper slid back and there it said. Goodmorning. Wesley tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. He then turned around and looked out his window and the sun was already up. They have been talking all night it felt very short to Wesley. Wesley got on his bed to get the remaining hours.

"So the humming it was them."
Wesley smiled and was humming the melody
Wesley thought about what must have happens to that boy who was getting bullied by those boys. He wondered what would have happened if he stepped in. Wesley wasn't that strong.
"Pathetic Wesley pathetic."