My Letter To Everyone

My Letter To Everyone (part 1)

Dear everyone,

I've thought about this letter for a long time now and well here it is. It all starts three years ago, when nobody knew I actually existed. I came here, ready to make friends; new country, new life, new friends. But it wasn't at all like I expected. You see, first people got to know me a little, discovered I was quite stuck up and serious, not very funny, hard to understand and apparently not a lot of them really liked the idea of getting to know me better. But two girls decided it might be nice to try and be my friends. It was great but only lasted two weeks. After that well, it all came crashing down.

After the two weeks I spent with girls I thought liked me and thought were my friends, I was left alone. A lonely ghost haunting the corridors of the school, occasionally talked to, always picked last under every circumstances, mocked, ignored, rejected, backbited; you get the picture. Soon enough, a boy started talking to me. Don't get ahead of yourself, it was only by message and I didn't know who he actually was or if he actually was a boy. So we talked and talked (by message) and I was kind of getting tired of only speaking through screens so I asked him if we could actually meet. We set a rendez vous (yes, a rendez vous) to meet, and I was there only he wasn't so I just gave up on meeting him, sucked it up and moved on. We continued talking after that, I continued telling him things I might not have told anybody else but I felt like I could trust that persone since for me, he was just a conversation. Apart from him, no one really talked to me, except when we were in a group project or I asked them something, or brought something that caught their attention, or well not me really, the thing I brought. It came to a point where I couldn't stand going to school, where I begged my parents to send me back to France because I couldn't take it anymore, where I started reading very sad stories, whers I discovered the world behind all the fake smiles and happy faces. At one moment my parents asked me if I wanted to transfer to another, I said I could manage because I didn't want to start all over again, I didn't want to go through the pain of being a ghost again. That is, until four girls, out of nowhere, came to my rescue.

I remember, it was the day of the Christmas show at school. I was so nervous about the dance the music teacher had asked me to perform. I was freaking out, I needed to train, to change, to prepare but no one would leave me alone, for once. The girls helped me, encouraged me, told me my dance was great even though it was a big failure (don't argue with that) and I was grateful. For once since the two first weeks of school, I came home with a real smile on my face. The holidays went by quickly and when I came back, I was sure that I would be alone again. I was ready to take back my routine: say hello to the principal, sit between people without talking, leaving without anyone noticing, head to the library, read a random book, go to class when the bell rings. But that day, there were four girls waiting for me, waiting to say hello, to talk... to me. At first I was surprised but soon it seemed like I finally had four girls to call my friends. We had some differences but we got through them, even though sometimes it was difficult, we always did. Then the summer holidays came around. It was time to say goodbye and go back home.

During the summer, our group kept talking, getting news from each other and everything that friends do. I had gotten closer with one of the girls and by the end of the holidays we were really close friends. Then school started again and everything was okay, our group dispatched a little but we still talked to each other often. I got closer and closer with the girl I just mentioned and I felt like I had found a friend for life. But I guess people get to discover themselves more and more everyday and I wasn't the most present friend at the time so we split and that was I think the first heartbreak I had to go through.