Why didn't I notice her. I'm supposed to be her best friend, I think to myself as I stare at the papers scattered across my bed. I wish I could go back to o 1st and wrap her into a hug, just tell her everything is ok. I've got to find that, I think to myself as I reread the letter dated October 1st, I have to find it, have to listen to it, have to hear it. I have a plan to find that. Anything I have to do will be done to get it. I will reread these letters a thousand times through each if I have to, because what my best friend Claire never knew was that I loved her. She never knew that ever time I told her I lived her I meant it, every word, every time. I really did but now it's too late to tell her. I wish I would've told her instead of lying and saying that I didn't feel that way. Then maybe she might be here.
The notes started coming October 1st, but our story starts a few days before that. Our story begins on September 29th in the gym of our high school. It starts with the mistake that I now mark as my worst. September 29th, the day I stopped noticing.
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Dear Best Friend,
Cerita PendekClaire said that she was happy. Claire said that she couldn't wait to grow up. What else did she lie about? A story written in the p.o.v of Claire's best friend, Skylar (aka Sky). Each day for a month Claire slips a letter into Sky's locker. Sky do...
