Dear No One [on hold]

January 12 ~ 9am

Dear kind yet narcissistic, nameless dude who sadly won't mention his name yet,

Thanks for writing back :)

I was pretty much frowning the whole day 'cause you know, the usual depressing school shit. But you writing back seemed to finally put a smile on my face. So thank you for that.

And yes! You scared me there for a moment. I actually thought you were an actual dealer who purchases drugs and hookers at wherever the hell you get those stuff. Oh my God. If that were true, I'd probably, most likely, stop this letter-sending thing because I might get involved and be asked questions, then I might end up in jail. I'm too innocent for that place, believe me.

Okay, so you don't want to tell me why you can't sleep at night? Fine, I'll tell you why I can't.

But I don't know if I should tell you yet. I barely know you. All I know is that you go to this school, you're in Mr. Nicolletti's 8th period class and we share the same textbook.

You're a guy right? Because if you aren't then oops, I've been imagining that the whole time. If you are or if you aren't, then...I don't care. It doesn't matter. At least I'm finally communicating with someone in this school. Well, through words. On a piece of paper. Inside a biology textbook. Yeah, this is really odd.

Okay, fine. I'll tell you why...

Just leave your number here so I can text you. And maybe we can finally meet? Then I can tell you some stuff about me and you can tell me more about yourself? Because I still don't freaking know your name yet! And yes, please tutor me in math and science! I'm dying. Almost literally.

I'm kind of tired of doing this.

This writing-a-letter-then-secretly-putting-it-in-the-textbook-then-waiting-for-the-next-day-to-read-what-you-wrote-back task. Yeah, I'm not really a patient person, sorry.

Plus my teacher's getting even more pissed at me for not paying attention to his terrible lectures during class.

I also have a strange feeling we'll get caught because what if one of our letters randomly slip out? Or if Mr. Nicolletti finds them?

It's definitely not going to turn out pretty let me tell you that.

Especially in a school full of these rude, judgemental assholes.

So, yeah. It's like 2016 right now. The year of overrated music and technology taking over our lives. I don't really think people send each other letters anymore, unless they're like for stupid bills or eviction notices. I'm pretty sure "emails" is the more modern term for that.

I don't even know why we're doing this when we obviously have cellular devices.

So yeah, like I said, just simply write your number here.

Ugh, I hate being the one to ask for someone's number. I'm always the one asking and I sound so desperate.

Oh well, I kind of am right now.

Hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely,

the one and only, Mollie :)