I thought you hated me at the beginning of the year. You went to the "rich kid" school and I went to the "idiot" school. Neither of those are true but each school had their social norm.
At the begining of the year, we didn't talk much. You stayed with your friends and I stayed with mine. I always felt like you had a sour attitude towards me, like you though your were better than me or something.
Then one day, you came into class asking people if they would be willing to fight that stupid idiot that broke your heart and I grew up and said I would. You called me "fabulous" and we just kinda grew from there I guess.
You and I always catch each other's eye in English and give each other those silly little smiles and laugh together. You sit next to me in our last class of the day and you actually listen to me. I think we could become good friends.
I was wrong about you. And I'm so happy I was.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to No One
Non-FictionLetters to people who have either badly hurt me or made my life better. No in between.
