Kiera,
Many people know that actions speak louder than words. Your actions practically shouted at me. You turned away from me during conversations, you didn't want to be near me. I couldn't work out why. So I'll ask you; why? You may think that I'm a coward, that I wouldn't have asked you that in person but let me tell you this: I have fought wars that were bloody and terrible. Wars that were so bloody and terrible that you don't want consciousness of them. Wars that made me lose friends, family. Wars that made me doubt myself.
And still I am fighting another of these wars. But this time the opposition isn't so clearly defined. I do know that the plastics are involved. But who else? To walk into school on any day is boring enough as it is but then to be attacked somewhere you thought you were safe is not boring. Instead it makes me doubt that any places that I know are safe. And to see the plastics walk in... It turns my gut.
I knew that you had fought wars alone, I didn't want to press. I thought that in time you would have opened up and told me. But no, instead you turned me away. Just me. No one else. You disappeared into Music, then refused to let me in. You didn't refuse to let Callum in though. You tell Callum everything don't you? Always Callum. You may have written that you fought your wars alone but I don't think that you did; Callum helped you in some way.
Jennie told me something the other day about you.
She told me that you wanted nothing to do with me any more.
She told me that you thought I was a hopeless, worthless piece of shit that would never amount to anything.
She told me that you wanted to stop being my friend.
Our friends, no your friends, began as well. This time in earnest.
Jacob
