Dear You (Prinxiety)

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"Alright, class! We got a project to start today!" Mr. Picani cheerfully says, his smile shinning brightly. A couple of groans came from the teenager, Picani shaking his head a bit.

"Don't worry, it's not boring as you may think it is ." He went to his desk, and pulled out a stack of loose leaf paper, all folded in half, stacked neatly.

Picani passed out the stack of papers, setting down one of the loose leaf papers from the stack onto each desk.

"For months, you'll be writing letters to the student who's letter you have now. Don't worry, it's nobody from this school you'll be writing to. You'll be writing to the public school kids from down the road." The young teacher spoke, grinning ear to ear.

As soon as he finished handing out the letters, Mr. Picani walked back to the front of the room and faced the class.

"Today, and at the beginning of each class from now on, you'll be writing letters in response to the person you were assigned to, and introduce yourself. Like favorite carto-I mean, t.v. show, movie, whatever!" He smiled, adjusting his glasses. "Now, get to writing! And remember not to use your own name!"

Mr. Picani walked back over to his desk, which was filled with cartoon characters and other things that would be deemed as 'childish' to most people, and sat down, the students quiet as they were reading the letters they were given.

Roman read through his paper, although Roman thought it was a bit hard to considering whoever wrote this...they had messy and just overall lazy handwriting in his opinion, so Roman reread it....

Dear You,

Hey. The name's Anxiety.

yeah, it's obviously not my name, as you can tell. so i'm a senior, and i obviously go to a public school, where everyone is loud and swears at each other.

yeah....sounds great, doesn't it?

anyways, i like to listen to music. well, everyone does but...still. mainly My Chemical Romance and a bit of Panic!At the Disco and Fall Out Boy. oh, and some of Twenty One Pilots.

the period is going to end soon....so that's all for now, i guess.

-anxiety

'Ah,' Roman thought, 'he's an emo who's making me feel a bit odd, good job, Anxiety.'

Roman recognized one of the bands, that one being Panic! At the Disco. He's heard a song by them on the radio before. What was it called? High Hopes? Roman couldn't quite remember as he pulled out his own loose leaf paper and began writing very neatly.

My Dearest Anxiety,

Greetings! My name is Roman Kin-

Roman quickly erased his name, remembering he wasn't supposed to use it.

Greetings! My name is Prince R! And I go to the Catholic High School down the road and am a senior.

You could tell that, though. But what you can't tell is how great I am! So I'll spend the next months telling you about all my greatness!

I saw you mention a band in that emo list of yours, Panic! At the Disco. I've heard that one song by them.....High Hopes, that's what it was. It's a nice song, although the singer's probably not that great in other songs.

Roman looked up, and saw that the period was almost over, and Roman quickly wrapped up the letter, just in time for the bell to ring.

Roman grabbed his bag, and ran out of the classroom.