Dear whoever's reading this,
Hi, I'm Emi White. Actually, it's Emily, but I will punch you if you call me that. I'm 18 and I'm about to start college. I got this email from the high school asking if I would write this letter, so here I am.
Basically, I never fit in. I was often overlooked and invisible. Except for Emmet. He was my best friend for as long as I can remember. I spent a lot of time with him, but in the end I just couldn't save him. Not a day goes by that I don't look at the picture of the two of us taken the day before he died. That was the best day. We had just gotten off the highest roller coaster in the park, our hair all windswept, cheeks pink, huge grins on our faces. I thought he had gotten past all that.
I stopped by his house the next morning. His mom brought me inside and told me what happened.
He had been in a car crash.
After that, I turned into a mess. I was still thin, but I turned to sweatshirts and baggy shirts and jeans all year and I wore through so many pairs of black Converse walking everywhere. My hair got long and I left it down often to cover my eyes.
That was freshman and sophomore year. When junior year started, I met Jordan Smith. Damn, could that boy talk. I never understood why he picked me. Still don't. He turned me around though, and for that I owe him quite a lot. But here I am, fully recovered and sharing my story. So, here goes nothing.
