Dear Anonymous,

To: Forgotten Friend

September 28
Dear Anonymous,

   I'm not sure how I feel about you. You're really sweet but there's something off about you, like you're not genuine.

It's a little weird writing to you I'll admit, considering we're basically strangers that have know each other for three years. You're aware of my presence and I'm aware of yours.

   You sat behind me the entire year in sixth grade. You barely talked. Maybe once we talked because we had a group project or something, but I do remember very specifically the first time you started a conversation with me.

I was "spying" on you for a friend. That day we had this annual running event at school called the Elite Run, where the top ten fastest runners in each grade competed to see who was the best. It was also optional for teachers to bring their classes down to watch the races. It was during second to last period and I didn't get to watch because I had band class and my director wasn't going to bring us down to the track.

I walked into my last period, the class where you sat behind me, and you tapped me on the shoulder. You asked me if I saw the elite run. I shook my head. You responded by saying it was crazy and a girl threw up because she drank too much Gatorade afterwards. And then you laughed. I had never seen you smile, let alone laugh. I smiled too and we continued to talk the rest of the class.

After school that day, my friend asked if I had gathered any information on you. I told my friend that you were really cool and that you had a nice smile.

   That summer I saw a lot more of you because you began to be part of my group of friends. You were still super sweet to everyone, but after summer ended, you stopped hanging out with me.

   It's weird to see you in the halls. We'll make eye contact and not say a word. You're awesome and strange at the same time and I can see why some of my friends have had crushes on you, and have even dated you.

I miss shooting you in laser tag and boogie boarding with you, even though you probably don't even remember or maybe you don't care that we used to be friends and hang out. Anyways, don't be a stranger, maybe try waving in the hallways.

Sincerely,
Me