dear bella rue,
i’m not even going to address the fact that you haven’t responded to my previous letters, because honestly, i don’t care. it’s just nice to write down my problems and pretend that someone cares enough to read them.
jesse invited me over to his house last friday. i actually had a really good time. we watched spongebob squarepants on nickelodeon because there wasn’t anything else on tv, and then we played grand theft auto v on his xbox, with me finding shooting virtual people, stealing cars made of pixels, and robbing make video game convenience stores way too much fun. i can’t believe i actually went to someone else’s house and had fun. it’s been years since i’ve done that.
janessa said that it’s an improvement, and she was smiling that little smile that she always smiles when we talk about jesse.
mom is just glad that i left the house to go somewhere that isn’t school.
jesse told me that he had a good time as well, and he told me i should come over again this saturday. i told him that i would.
maybe things are getting better for me, bella rue.
sincerely yours,
silvia.
YOU ARE READING
silvia
Short Story"i know that you're busy, bella rue, but honestly, the only reason i'm writing to you is because i don't think that anyone else will listen."
