The Love Letter Exchange

✉ Karlie: Letter #1

✉ Karlie: Letter #1

Dear Westport Hedgehog,

Hi. I'm K.

Not k, as in okay. But K as in the letter, as in the first letter of my name. I wouldn't want to disclose my name because the fear of embarrassment overpowers the need to be honest. So, I'm K.

Hi.

I guess I did that already, huh?

Anyway, I kind of addressed the letter to the school mascot, I didn't know who to write to, not like I can have my pick of the recipient (it was inspired by the faculty's letter to the students, if you haven't noticed already). Or have the option to not write, which I would gladly take.

Honestly, if it wasn't compulsory- I wouldn't be writing.

I could just go with the flow and write as excitedly as my other classmates but, truth be told I find this whole Exchange Love Letter thing a gimmick. To cash in on the students spending a dollar for the registering part. And I'm not a dead fish to go with the flow with no sense of direction.

But sadly, with this it's like the current is too strong and I'm forced towards a direction I don't really like.

So, maybe this is not the kind of letter you were expecting, and maybe your shot at One True Love is now squished because you happened to get my letter instead of that cute girl you have some class with. In that case, I'm sorry. Nothing I can do about it. The whole letter exchange is so random.

It's unfair.

Like getting detention for passing notes in class when you told your best friend to STOP sending notes.

But did she listen?

No.

Which is why you're stuck in detention with people who just don't share the low level of enthusiasm regarding a stupid gimmick by the school that celebrates love for ONE WHOLE MONTH. Which other school does that?

Scratch that.

Which other place, city, country, continent does that?

None but the Almighty Westport High.

If I had just moved a couple blocks away from school, I'd be attending Sierra Faulken High.

Yeah, our rival school.

Heard their lunch lady's pretty nice. And that they actually eat edible food as opposed to the green slimy gunk splattered on our plate.

Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like.

But then  I remember that Westport is actually not a bad place. And the curriculum here is better.

I'm rambling. My bad.

Sorry you got my letter of all the letters in the Exchange.

I don't know who has the worst luck. You, for getting it, or me, for being forced to talk to a stranger I'll never know.

Anyway, hi.

I'm K.

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