Dear you,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not writing. You've told me for years now that you want to get to know me- really know me. You said to mail you when I was ready and I hope it's not too late. I know you won't write back, I don't even know if you will get these. Maybe it's better this way. Sometimes we write for others, other times we write for ourselves. I am still in the process which one is which. I don't know where to start so I guess I'll start at the beginning of the end.
Simply, my name is Sage. I know you already know that but you said you wanted to know everything. My name is Sage and right now I live in Pinesville. Life is still pretty dull here and has been for a long time. There's nothing to do and so I spent most of my time trying to make friends. In the beginning friends were hard to come by. They were simply a hopeless wish of a lonely girl. I often though "Who would want to be friends with a girl like me?" Nobody wants to make friends with someone who never talks. People looked at me differently. I was the odd kid. The one everyone knows to just stay away from. I was the kid with hyperactive imagination.
My mom used to tell me that life is easier if you create your own reality. I lived by that. I lived inside my head, chasing down dragons and hatching their eggs in the small creek behind my house while making sure they ate their goldfish, I rode surfboards in the clouds, I led an entire reenactment of Harry Potter with Gringotts, Hogwarts, the Hogwarts Express, and more, and I was a water fairy who rode a bird through the trees and under bridges. My partner in crime was my brother, Jack, who despite being two years younger than me, grew out of playing pretend long before I did. To me, the creatures and fairy wings I had were real. In fourth grade I was made fun of and given the name Fairy Girl. My fatal flaw as a child was that I was selfish and bossy. When you're bossing around your friends to be fairies it's no wonder I was given the nickname.
By fifth grade I had left the fairy world for the warm embrace of Harry Potter. The difference this time was I had a best friend named Nicole. Whatever anyone called me or thought about me didn't matter because I had Nicole by my side. Something happened to me as the small fifth grader I was that year. Nicole left and moved far away. I was left with no loyal friend to protect me from my new and greatest enemy- Loneliness. I had been, what an eleven year old girl considered, "popular" my entire Elementary School Life and all of a sudden I wasn't. Nobody liked me, kids spread rumors about me, and I was left completely alone. When I came to eat at the lunch table with them they whispered, stood up, and left. Eventually I stopped trying. I would walk to the empty table in the back where two other rejected kids sat. Did we talk and become best friends? No, as nice as that would've been, we didn't all because of the fear of being rejected, yet again.
