February 25th 2016
Dear Arizona,
I know that I haven't written you in a long time - I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't have time, it's just, you make me feel sick and even now there's a lump in my throat and a hand squeezing my stomach.
I keep telling myself that this is a phase, but since that day I feel lonely, like I'm trying to break free, but my fake identity is holding me.
Arizona, let go of me.
Let me fly.
Let me take this costume off.
Arizona, I'm crying so much, I want my hair to be even shorter, it may be to my shoulders and I already faught for that length with my mom, but I want it shorter.
I feel like Journey knows something, we're suddenly so distant. It's like I can't even touch her shoulder without her cringing at me.
And suddenly the classroom seems so big and empty, and even though my classmates are screaming I feel like I'm deaf. Like I only hear echoes.
It might sound ridiculous, but it makes my heart pound quicker and pant.
Does Journey hate me?
She's sitting in front of me now, she's in a group of some pretty girls.
She never flipped her hair, now the reddish blonde drops to her shoulder all the time.
Her eyes don't gleam the same way, she's snickering with them.
Ari, I'm not going to say that they're snickering about me, because they're snickering about you.
Sincerely,
Everest.
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