Dear Piper McLean

Letter 1:

Miss Piper MCLean
1 Tristian residency
Oklahoma

Dear piper McLean,

Piper, you never remembered the truth, and no one will give it to you.
Yet here I am. I'm telling you what really happened when we met.

From what I remember, I was sat alone at a table in the corner of the wilderness school's cafeteria. I always sat alone because of my experiences in the foster homes: I didn't trust anybody and I didn't want to get attached. Yet then came along you, making my solitude impossible.

I know you may think that this is unnecessary or very unlike me (to write a careful and thoughtful letter to yours truly) but I think you deserve to know what really happened.

Anyway, back to the story...

I had given up on eating for the day and was tinkering with some scrap metal and bolts when suddenly a tray smashed down on the table across from me.
"Uhm... excuse me?" I had said viciously. "Can I help you?"
You scowled and sat down opposite me, ignoring my questions. You never said anything, just stuffed your face with a veggie burger mumbling something intelligible.
I tried to get back to fiddling with my scrap but you were making so much noise that I ended up slamming a screwdriver on the table and shouting:
"Could you eat any louder?" I snapped. For a second you looked shocked, then I was scared you were some thug and would start beating me up.
Finally, your face relaxed and you spoke to me.

I remember the first time I heard your voice properly, it could have just been charmspeak, but it was the most mesmerising voice I'd ever heard. I was stunned to silence (which is saying a lot for me and you know it)
"Well would you like to go tell Dylan to eff off and stop hitting on me?" You shouted. I was sort of surprised to hear that you were annoyed because someone liked you, it made me feel a little guilty for thinking you were pretty.
"You- you don't like him?" I asked.
"Well no." You rolled your eyes. "He's a bully and a complete Perv."
that seemed like decent enough of an answer so I shrugged it off.
"Okay then. That's fair... so why did you sit here then. There's tons of tables."
"Oh am I not wanted here?" Your tone was mocking but it scared me, for some reason I was worried you would leave.
"No!" I cried - a little too loud. "Don't go. I just meant: you're popular right? So why are you sitting here with me?"
You looked at me as if I was being stupid so I decided to shut up. We were silent for a while, I was about to go back to building when you said,
"I hate this attention." I didn't really understand that, I had spent my whole life fighting to be understood and not just the useless scrawny kid who lurked in the background. I had up built my humour as a defense for when I felt threatened. And I was tempted to crack a knock, knock joke every time you spoke because of how nervous you made me.
I didn't really want to be alone.

Eventually, we got talking. You made it feel natural.
I asked why you were at the wilderness school, you told me that it was because you stole a BMW. (Great job on making me feel less intimidated!). When you asked me, I told you how I'd ran from countless foster homes and was suspected for arson.
"So did you do it?" You said.
"Do what?" I replied.
"Did you actually, y'know... light stuff up?" I felt strangely at ease with you so I told you the truth.
"Well my mom died in a fire when I was seven..." I began. "And I didn't mean to..." my throat closed up and I fought back a sob. And before I could push back my tears your hand was on my shoulder, a reassuring smile plastered across your face.
"It's okay." You said. "I'm guessing you didn't really know what was going on." I nodded, my head in my hands. "...and the authorities wouldn't listen to you?" I nodded. "And you spent your whole life feeling misunderstood and unwanted, hoping to do anything that will make someone see you how you really are?" I couldn't help but look up to face you.
"Yes." I gasped.
You just laughed, "Me too."
I couldn't help smiling, "it's pretty shit isn't it?" I said, and you laughed again. I wanted nothing more than to hear you laugh all day.
"Yeah it's absolute shit."

That was the day we found each other. The day we came to understand each other.

Yours truly,
The one and only Bad Boy Supreme