Dear Yale

                 Chapter One

"What do you consider an appropriate length of dress for a first date?" I read aloud, scrolling through an anonymous email I had just received. I clicked 'Reply' and started typing my response, ignoring my friends who were now peeking over my shoulder. 

Dear Sexy, not Slutty, 

It depends. I, personally, would go for a maxi dress.  

They show off your silhouette, while covering everything.

Xoxo

Yale Beaufort. 

My friends giggled and went back to doing their homework, while I went through the rest of my emails. This is how I spent my time, everyday after school. I would take an hour and respond to all of my "DEAR YALE" emails. At school, I had started a column in the school newspaper that gave relationship and date advice, but after a month, they shut me down.

The kids at school weren't happy, so I started a blog and email address, which surprisingly, got a lot more attention than I had expected. A LOT more. I had started off at maybe six emails a week, and now, three months later, I was getting closer to two or three hundred a week. But then again, I had a really big high school. 

Big as in over five thousand kids. The school was huge. Going from one class room to the other seriously was like all the workout I needed to keep skinny. And I ate enough to feed half of the children in Africa. 

Maybe that's a slight exaggeration. 

Like, a quarter of the children in Africa. 

I signed off of my email and closed my laptop lid.

"Welp, I'm feelin' some fries! Ketchup, anyone?" I asked, referring to a cute little diner that was five minutes walking away from my home, as I threw my laptop onto my pillows and climbed off my bed.

Keesha giggled and commented about my 'hideous appetite' while Marina and Bobbi rolled their eyes and climbed off the bean bags they had been sitting on.

"You ate not even two hours ago, Yale!" Hailey complained from where she was sitting at my desk, typing out an extra credit essay. "At this point, you're filling your body with unnecessary carbs and calories. Scientifically, you don't need to eat right now."

Out of the five of us, Hailey was the only "outsider." We all loved her and she was our best friend, but she was so different from the rest of us. She was beautiful naturally, which was lucky, because she didn't care enough to take the time to put any makeup on in the mornings.

Marina pulled her out of my glass desk chair and pulled the glasses off of Hailey's face. "Doesn't matter, nerd. Let's go! I want milkshake."

Keesha giggled and started shaking her chest in a suggestive way. "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,

And they're like

It's better than yours,

Damn right it's better than yours." 

I rolled my eyes and slapped Hailey's butt as I walked past her and out of my bedroom, bringing them with me.

Time for food.

And maybe a milkshake.