The Preacher's Girl

Chapter 17

Dear, The Preacher’s Girl
I have wanted to speak to you for a very long time, but I never had the courage (you were always the courageous one in the group) so when you moved to the big apple I thought that I would email you, so here it goes.
I am so sorry for everything that happened with Jessie, we never meant for it to happen, we tried to just ignore our feelings, but then when something finally happened we didn’t know how to tell you. We wanted to tell you so much, and because we were afraid to tell you we ended up pushing you away, we ended up being mean to you (a primary example of this is when you stood up in assembly, we weren’t annoyed nor did we disagree with what you were saying, we just felt worse because there wasn’t one thing we could hate about you, you didn’t have one bad bone in your whole body and that just made us feel worse.)
You were are everything and we ruined that, but maybe one day we can get it back. Jessie and I and a few others in the town have even started standing up for the way you were blacklisted. I know we should have done it sooner but we didn’t know where to start, then we came across your story and we realised just how much you love Alex, and we realised the start of this fight should be the start of your story. You and Alex are like celebrities back home, you are the modern day Romeo and Juliet.
I am so sorry I wasn’t there for you when your heart got broken. I know you wanted to say it but you were just afraid and knew no matter what you said someone was going to get hurt, I think you just didn’t realise that the one who would be hurt most of all would be you. But who knows maybe you will see Alex again, or you will find someone else, as long as you are happy I don’t care.
Love, Your Friend Martha

Dear, Martha
I wish that you had of told me in the beginning but at the same time I am glad you didn’t because if you had of I probably wouldn’t have ended up in Alex’s room. Thank you though for telling me, I really do miss talking to Jessie and you, the two of you were my best friends and I miss that so much. Sometimes I even forget about everything that happened and I start texting you, but then I remember and I get scared so thank you for making the first move when I didn’t have the courage to.
It really does mean a lot to me that you would stand up for like this. I really do wish that I could just come back home hand in hand with a girl I love without feeling like I am a disgrace. It honestly doesn’t matter how late you are; what matters is what you are doing now. I do sort of feel like Alex and my story is quite similar to that of Romeo and Juliet’s, we are star crossed lovers and you know the rest.
I really did want to choose Alex, but when I went to speak the words just didn’t come out, and by the time they were ready to leave my mouth like a train leaving the subway it as to late, and Alex had decided to board another train, away from me. I miss her every single day, and I am probably going to feel this way for the rest of my life. She was my first love. She was my friend. She was my everything, and I let her go.
Love, Charlotte The Preacher’s Girl