A.D.D (atoa)

>--}->Johnathan
I wondered what Terry was doing right now. His last letter was pretty vague, but then again it's always like that. However, he went rambling on about Fyuori. Seemed like a helpless guy to me, it was quite funny reading though that. I considered forwarding the letter back to Fyuori, but decided against it. Terry had enough trouble as it is. Plus, I'm flat broke so I need to be careful on how many stamps I can use, especially if I'm going to do illegal stuff like calling another district by phone. Then again our conversation was probably listened to anyways. Not that we're doing anything rebellious, we're just vague friends who try to keep in touch.
There aren't any public phones in the district, but there is an emergency one that no one ever uses by the abandoned storage shed at the edge of the district near my home. The room inside is filled with relics of past days when Terry still lived here; the things that little boys found interest in. I was lucky to bring some to Terry when I attended classes in D. 10, but now that they ended I was pretty sure I wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon.
I wondered what Fyuori looked like now; the description Terry gave was a lot different than I remembered her. She seemed like a completely different person, too. I guess getting to know Terry might've opened her up more or something.
As I get to the phone, I hear quite a racket coming from the nearby forest when I see a lynx come up. Initial panic seizes me, then I remember the last time something like this happened while I was on the phone with Fyuori.
"There's a lynx, and it looks pretty hungry...!" I stammered into the phone. Fyuori's demeanor remained indifferent.
"Is there a fence?" she asked, as if discussing the weather.
"Um...yeah..."
"Then what are you worried about? The gutless cannot survive this world, my friend. Ah, Johnathan, ignore it and it'll go away."
Remembering that, I regarded the lynx with wariness. Sure, maybe it wasn't rabily hostile, but I didn't want to provoke it.

I listen as the phone rings, but after the 4th ring I hang up to save long distance money. That's when I notice not too far away this girl is feeding the lynx and petting it like some house cat. I though to my fat cat Duke back home, who somehow is able to stay all fat 'n plump. I wonder if he wanders around and steals people's food.
I walk towards the girl who's feeding it. "Hey, isn't that a little dangerous?"

The more I listened, the more stranger this seemed to get.
I backed up. "Oh, sorry," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Um...I got a pet cat at home. Stupid thing, I think he steals food from the neighbors." Yeah, a little off there. "So, uh...what's your name?"

"Um, well, my cat's at my house right now...I hope. 'Less he ran off, but I don't think he did, loves the heating too much..." I said. "I don't live that far from here, my house is just right down the street if you wanna come."