Dear friend,
My therapist advised me to write to someone. She said that writing would help voice out my thoughts and help me grieve. So here I am giving it a try. Where do I start? Well for one, my name is Camila. I don't think it's important that you know my last name so I'll leave that out for now. I'm 17 years old and am a senior at a high school here in Miami, Florida. I live with my grandmother and my little sister. Someday, I hope I can trust you well enough to explain exactly why I don't live with my parents. Don't take it personally, it's just hard for me to express myself to people sometimes.
Today was the first day of my senior year of high school. Believe it or not, I was actually pretty excited. You see, I hadn't seen my best friends the whole summer and today would be the day I got to see them again. My friend Ally had gone to Texas to intern her uncle who owns this realtor company. Ally mentioned that the internship would be helpful towards her college applications. As for our other friend, Dinah, she spent her break at this summer camp geared towards music. Dinah and I were supposed to go together, but with all the expenses in my household, I decided that summer camp should be the least of my worries.
When I arrived to my first class, it all felt the same. My second class followed and then my third, and so on. After being contained in four walls surrounded by mostly the same teenagers for almost four years, everything becomes repetitive and slow moving. What I'm trying to say is, school is boring. That is until I got to my fifth class which was art class.
As I walked in the classroom, I noticed the number of seats almost completely filled. The desks were set up in pairs, facing the blackboard. Luckily, I was surprised when I heard Ally and Dinah yelling my name from the back of the room. The two waved their hands in greeting and signaled me to sit in front of them which I did obediently. I sat down talking to Dinah and Ally for a couple minutes until I was cut off by our teacher who introduced himself as Mr. Agostoni.
Thirty-five minutes passed with Mr. Agostoni explaining the classroom rules and going over the syllabus. Having twenty-five minutes left of class, he had us take out a sheet of paper to create a name tag that would be propped up on our desks. He said to make the name tags creative, but make sure our name was visible.
I wouldn't call myself a Picasso, but my drawing was average. I wrote my name in huge capital letters and drew butterflies around it. For my finishing touch, I decided to add a sun on the corner of my paper.
As I was finishing up with my coloring, I heard a giggle from the girl who was sat by me. Curious as I am, I turned to her direction and ask what she thought was funny. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to make conversation with a stranger, but the room seemed to be filled with students having their own discussions and so I thought, what harm could it do? Plus, I will probably end up sitting next to this girl for the whole year so it might be nice to make a new friend. She replied to my question by commenting on how she found it funny that I drew a face on my sun. In response, I told her the simple answer, "Isn't it cute?" Deep down, my answer would have been that I drew a face on the sun because it was one of those things I personified. I seem to personify the sun and the moon for reasons that they're always out there, even when you can't see them, they're there, kind of like a really good friend who will listen to your problems for hours without judgment or boredom.
The green-eyed girl introduced herself as Lauren, but I already knew before she told me considering the cursive writing of her name etched on the paper. She told me that she didn't really know what to put on her name tag so I suggested that she'd draw a moon since I drew a sun. Lauren did as I told her, but I was amazed at how well drawn her moon was and hey, she even added a face to it as well along with stars surrounding her name! The last minutes of class went by with Lauren and I getting to know each other with what classes we were taking and the teachers we had, and occasionally turning back to Dinah and Ally to conversate with them as well. We also decided to exchange phone numbers just in case we needed help with homework or what not.
By the end of class, we said our respective goodbyes. Ally proceeded to walk with Lauren as they were headed to the same class. Dinah and I walked together since we both had class in the same hallway. As we departed from Ally and Lauren, Dinah made a comment which left me pondering over even until now. "So, you and Lauren seem to be really hitting it off. Looks like love at first sight if you ask me," Dinah chuckled with her comment. Now, this isn't the first time Dinah has made a comment like this before, but it was the first time she'd made a comment like this about a girl. I'm in no way shape or form against same-sex attraction, its just that when Dinah makes remarks like this, they surprisingly end up being true. Thus, this is why the comment is bothering me.
I mean Lauren is pretty, intelligent, and creative, but anyone can see that. I don't know, maybe I am overthinking it. I've known her for nearly a day, but I find it crazy how she's already consumed my thoughts for the rest of my day after the class I had with her.
Maybe I do like her. I don't know.
Yours Truly,
Camila
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Yours Truly, Camila (Camren Fanfic)
Fanfiction"I guess we're each other's heroes then. You save me when I'm drowning and I'll save you from falling when you can't seem to find your cape."
