Sophie's feelings towards her best friend, Gabriel, she protects like it's her dearest treasure, in fear of someone finding them. In fear of him finding out. So she grabs her pen and writes her loveletters which he will never receive.
Dear Gabe Today I started school. That was absolutely not a blast. I'll tell you how it went.
I woke up. I got ready. Did my morning routine. Mum drove me to school. I really am jealous of you by the way; you get to wear what you want to school. You don't have to walk around in these damn school uniforms anymore.
By the sight of the schoolbuilding I felt like vomiting. I told mum I didn't feel well. She just said I was nervous and that it would go away.
Nervous? Yeah, right.
I had to face the people I despise most on earth without you here. And being the kind person you are, I thought I'd get a call or text from you, wishing me good luck. But that didn't happen. You know which day I started, but you didn't bother to wish me good luck. Another broken promise. You promised me that the day you left.
The moment I walked into the classroom, all eyes were on me. It's probably funny to them to see me without you. It always used to be you and I. Everyone knew that nothing could come between us.
I sat down in my seat, and guess who came over to me? Kaitlyn. The most witchy of all the witches. The one we call, sorry, used to call Black Eyes because of her coleblack hair and soul. She has absolutely no heart. If she does, it's probably made of stone or ice.
"Hey, Soph," she greeted me. I looked up at her. She smiled at me, but I could see it was forced. And fake. And evil. And she called me Soph. Only you and my family are aloud to call me that.
I raised my eyebrows at her. I didn't greet her back. I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want to talk to anyone.
She cleared her throat. "So, how's it going without Gabe by your side?" she asked me. She actually had the nerve to ask me that.
I glared at her. "Why are you wondering?"
She just shrugged and threw her hair over her shoulder. "We all know you're miserable without him. Too bad he isn't, I mean, he lives in America," she said.
I gaped at her. How dare she say something like that? You and I's friendship is NONE of her business. I heard the others snicker in the background, and all I wanted to do at that moment was pull out a gun and shoot them all. To hell with prison. Too bad I didn't have a gun, though.
"First of all, he's gone now, so I can't do anything about it. Secondly; do not call me Soph ever again. That's not a nickname for you to call me,» I snapped back. She didn't look scared or taken aback. Guess I wasn't harsh enough. So I continued.
"Can you bugger the hell off, please?" I said, a little too loud, because now the attention from the rest of the class was fully on me.
"Well, you sure are on that time of the month," she mumbled.
I lost it when she said that. I grabbed my pen and threw it at her, making her squeal like a seal. She still didn't move.
"I said, go. I don't want to see your ugly face for the rest of the day. Nor for the rest of my life!" I shouted. Now everyone's attention was on me.
She eventually walked away, sitting down with the other witches, and I could see them sending me glares. I didn't pay attention to them. They're not worth my time.
So, that was pretty much what happened today. The rest I just went to all my classes and got through the day. No one talked to me, which I am thankful for.
But I still wish I had friends. A friend like you.
I wish you were here.
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