One Hundred Letters for James

039

Dedicated to Alex, because she's amazing and one of my best friends ever so thanks for reading this and not hating it.

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Interviews

Apparently the school newspaper wants to write something for Farah. I don't really think it's respectful; making what happened to her into this big thing about safety- what happened should be private.

The worst part is they want to interview me. They said that, as her roommate, I know the most of what happened, which isn't true.

Four years ago, before we even graduated, we did 'practice job interviews', in which you would ask me questions strategically to make me feel awkward or to get a laugh.

"Okay, hello Miss Baker, how are you today?" You'd joked, and I'd smiled.

"Quite alright, and you?"

"Great. Let's begin? First question, who's hotter, me or Arthur?" You'd asked, grabbing Arthur's arm as he walked past us in the lunchroom.

"James-"

"Answer the question, Kathleen!" You'd said obnoxiously loud. Arthur bit his lip.

"That's not what they ask, and you know it."

"Just answer, Kath, don't be such a downer."

"Uh," You did stuff like this all the time, and I knew better than to say Arthur, but I wanted to spite you, so I did. "Arthur."

"What?" You said, shocked.

"Arthur. He's taller." He was.

"So? He's got stick arms!"

"I don't care." I quickly turned the conversation around. "Jeez, James, if you want me to answer, don't be such a sore loser." You pouted as Arthur quickly left.

"Why'd you have to make me look bad?" You said, picking at the noodles in front of you.

"I just answered the question."

Now, of course, it wasn't as easy. They aren't asking me who's the fittest, they're asking me if Farah knew what she was getting herself into.

Maybe I'll just cry again.