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one (phoebe)

    The whole class groaned as our English teacher began describing the pen pal project we'd be doing as something "fun" for the end of the year.
    For God's sake, we were seniors. Who would expect us to keep a school-ordered project going well into the summer, let alone long enough to form "life-long friendships" as the teacher was exaggerating?
    Still, I guessed it wouldn't hurt to do it at least until school got out. I knew the rest of them would just bullshit it and write fake letters that their pen pal supposedly sent them, but I was going to be one of the only ones actually doing it.
    We were each asked what country we'd like our writing companion to be from, and I randomly chose Britain, for no reason in particular (okay, let's not lie here, British people are amazing).
    I got a boy named David, and I received an email address I could contact him through. We were actually allowed to use our personal emails for this, which was nice, because this David kid didn't need to know my full name right off the bat, right?
    I started writing an introductory email that night, but I didn't send it. I was too busy considering all the things that could go wrong...
What if this kid is some kind of creep? What if he finds out my personal information and starts stalking me? What if I just DON'T LIKE HIM?
    It took me a minute to realize all of these things could go away just by blocking him and being especially careful while emailing him. It wasn't like I'd be talking to him for too long anyways; this was just some dumb fourth quarter project that seemed like it could be semi-interesting in some circumstances.
    So, I sent the email.

from: bringonthepheebs@gmail.com
to: davyjoneslocker@gmail.com

well hello there, david, as i've been told is your name.
it seems as if i was paired with you for this infantile project, of which i wouldn't be surprised if you were skimping out on.
either way, i'm taking the high road and actually contacting you, unlike the easier route, which is just writing some fake stuff that i'd lie and say you said.
i'm not that immoral, at least not yet.
anyways, i'm phoebe, and there's not much interesting about me. pretty average person here, from the good ol' country of stars and stripes (ugh)
welp, might as well end it off here since i really don't have anything else to say. sorry if this was horribly repetitive or cringe-worthy, as that's how my actual speech is.
signing off,
phoebe (hopefully you'll reply?? i dunno)