Hey Claus.
I'm Stephanie. Remember?
Of course you would, had you been there.
Anyways, I'm still writing. It's been three years, I'm fourteen now, but I'm gonna write. To you.
Even though you weren't there, you were still, well there. Like, I found comfort in writing. I still do. And the best part now is, you don't exist. So my secrets, problems, thoughts... whatever I write to you will never get scammed.
But that's not the main reason.
The thing is, this is your fault.
If I would've know you were just a fictional character, I would have never created a dependency on you in the first place. Maybe that's what happens when you have nobody to talk to .
So yeah. I'll start.
It's freshman year now.
Andrew's there with me. He's just... changed.
He has more friends. More friends, to whom he prioritises over everything else. There spoiling him, I can see it. Heck, everybody can, except him.
I'm kind of a loner. With the occasional taunts of being Andrew's 'pet' and 'attention seeking whore'.
But as long as my best friend stands by me, I'll be fine.
He'll come around. Won't he?
Stephanie
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