The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

March 11th - Lily

March 11th, 2011.

Dear Jamie,

Oh, don’t worry about it. Don’t be sorry. I hate being pitied. I’m a big girl now, I’m strong than I was. I’m fine. Don’t you worry about little ol’ me, okay, Jamie? Keep your spirits up and I’ll do the same. <3

I didn’t tell them. They were rarely home anyway. They always worked, and when they were home, they were sleeping. I put makeup over my wounds and wore long-sleeves, pants, jackets, etcetera all the time so cover them as well. It worked, I guess. They never found out. I never needed any doctors. Everything healed up fine over time.

You dirty little shit.

Here are some of my interests (based off the categories you did):

Favorite food – Tacos and turtles (don’t tell Tone).

Favorite color – Unicorn, because Unicorn is such a purty color, like your eyes. :) (But seriously, it’s a tie between red, blue or black.)

Favorite flower – Roses. Don’t give me that “I’m not gay” shit either, Jamie. Fuenciado is definitely real. My Valentine cheated on me with you. Ew.

Favorite movie(s) – Star Wars, Batman, Spiderman, and any ninja movie, because pirates are overrated. :P

Favorite candy – All of them, duh. How do you choose?! It’s impossible.

I Googled yo’ ass and now I know everything about you. Dun-dun-duuunnnn. >:D

Much love, your creepy best friend who stalks you via YouTube, Wikipedia, Instagram and other social media websites,

Lils.