It's my birthday, my 17th birthday. Mother was finally home but she never came out of her room. I woke up, got dressed and ate a pop tart. After eating I wrote my mom a note. I told her that I was going to live with Adrian and not to check up on me. If she is desperate to know how I am don't ask until Friday, and if she does have the heart to ask she won't be very pleased.
I left the note on her dresser and then hurried to school. When I got to the door I found Adrian waiting. She had my letter from a few days ago. The expression on her face looked disappointed. Had I done something wrong?
Before I had the chance to ask she threw the letter at me and ran off. I opened it up expecting a response and I found one.
Coraline,
I thought I knew you. I thought I knew the Coraline that loved every body and they loved her right back. Then I realized that you didn't like anyone and everyone pitied you. I thought I was your best friend, but I realized I was right along with the people who pitied you. I can't be best friends with a suicidal emo freak. Who would? Not me, that's for sure. Goodbye, Coraline. Maybe you will change with time.
-AdrianFuck!! I can't even have a pity friend I'm so shitty. On top of that, she was who I was gonna crash with. Well I can't go back home. Not now, anyway. I doubt even Jay and Ash are still with me.
Well, I wasn't wrong. Every single hour of school consisted of dirty glares form Ash and complete ignorance from Jay. I have to figure something out, cause I'm not living out on the streets.
After a few phone calls and texts, I found a way of avoiding home. One of my old friends, Jaiden, is going to let me stay at his place. It's just him so I don't have to worry about another screeching mother.
He came to the school, picked me up and took me to his place. Jaiden showed me to his room and as soon as I saw his bed I was tired. I thanked him, walked over to his bed and laid down. Within minutes I was sleeping.
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The Last Letter (Rewrite)
PoetryCoraline didn't believe she had friends. At the age of 16 she has already lost her father, been beaten by her mother, ignored at school, and lost all faith and hope in herself and humanity. She expresses herself through self-inflicted pain and lette...