Dear volunteer,
I kept a draft of my first letter to you and realized that I did not describe myself.
I am about 5'3" which is very short, and I have very dark brown hair that reaches the bottom of my shoulder blades. I am thin to the point of being skeletal because there is never food in the house. I have a wide set jaw and eyes that are too far apart. The only remotely beautiful things about me are my hands. They are long and slender, perfect for playing the piano or typing, the only thing that I enjoy doing.
Our family is not actually "poor". My mother comes from a rather wealthy Irish family, you have probably never heard of them because they ran a drug ring. My father is a descendent of Belgium royalty, so we are actually one of the richest families around, but my mom is weak as fuck and my father doesn't want to spend money on anything except expensive 35 year old scotches. It's kind of ridiculous.
Mr. Powell is my school counselor. Does your school allow you to choose your counselor? Mine doesn't. It doesn't make much sense to me really; I read somewhere that if you are looking for therapist you should only stick with one of you like and trust them. A counselor is like a therapist, so it only makes sense for the school to allow the students to choose to switch. You've probably guessed; I don't like Mr. Powell.
I don't really like school at all. It's just a place for parents to drop their children off so that they can have a miserable time at work. I suppose that school could be fun if the teachers weren't so bad and the stress wasn't so bad and the bullying wasn't so bad.
The only thing that is good about the school is my math class and my two friends, Jonathan and Dephne. They are pretty much the only students in the entire school who aren't stupid or mean. They get that I am different, but unlike so many other people that doesn't make them like me any less. In case you didn't know already, I'm kind of the freak of the school.
The teachers don't like the word freak, but it simply describes me. I'm poor and unpopular and my fathers a drunk. Among all of these future doctors I have little to no future. I don't participate in class because I don't like people looking at me, but the teachers seem to think that I'm a moron. I might as well be.
Also, would you mind me writing the definitions of vocabulary words in my letters? My English teacher thinks that it will help me learn them.
Incorruptible adj. not susceptible to corruption, especially by bribery.
Sincerely,
Jeanette
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Dear Allison
General FictionJeanette Lindsay Dupuy is the "freak" at her school. Her life is riddled with a drunk father, unwanted attention from both genders, and a secret that she has been keeping for nearly her entire life. I'm awful at writing Summaries :).
