The day went by smoothly, with the exception of the episode in the hallway that morning. Finally, the last bell ran signaling that we were free to leave. I packed up my books and started the walk to the senior parking lot. Ashley found me just as I was getting into my car.
"Samantha! Yeah, hey! How was your first day?", she said enthusiastically, and maybe a little too enthusiastic for my taste.
I rolled my eyes and said,"Just like every other day of school, boring and tiring. How was yours?"
She stuck her tongue out at me after I rolled my eyes, then said," It was great! This really cute guy is in all my classes, and I think he looked at me!"
Ashley has always been gorgeous, so when guys look at her it's no surprise to anyone but herself. I just rolled my eyes again and got into my car, smiling because I knew she could get any guy in that school. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. When I pulled into the driveway, mom was in the flowerbeds planting seeds.
"Hey doodlebug. How was your day?"
she said sweetly, knowing that doodlebug was my least favorite pet name of all time.
I continued walking to the porch, but paused and stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed and I plopped down into one of the white wicker chairs.
"School is school mom. How was yours?
"Gardening is gardening." she said, making an attempt to mock me, and probably frustrate me too.
I got up and walked to the front door and said," Ha. Ha. You're just hilarious mom."
I heard her laugh to herself as I walked inside. I walked to my room and dropped my thousand pound back pack filled with papers, textbooks, binders, and all the other school necessities. As soon as I laid down and started to drift off, my phone rings. It's Ashley.
"Thanks Ash, I really appreciate it. I was just about to take a nap and you called." I rolled my eyes, more because it was a reflex, she obviously couldn't see me.
"So what are we doing with these letters you were so excited about?"
Glad she remembered, I grinned into the phone and said," I think I can handle writing them. You just read them after I'm finished, okay?"
"I can definitely do that! No writing just reading? Hell yeah!, " she practically screamed into her phone.
"Alright Ash. I'll talk to you later," I said and hung up.
Alright, time to start this letter. I sat down at my desk, pulled out a pen and a few sheets of paper, and began.
Dear Society,
I have only been on this earth for a total of seventeen years, but I have come to realize how desensitized we have become to a number of things. Ranging from judging people senselessly, considering they can't be anyone but themselves, to something as simple as being impolite. A big problem we have is insincerity. Far too often do I come across people who will say something, but not mean a word of what they are saying. "I'm so sorry," can be said thousands of times, but only matters when the speaker is sincere and actually means what they are saying. Our population needs to understand the difference between hearing and listening, but more importantly talking and talking. Someone can talk all day long about nothing that really matters but if you talk to someone and mean what you say, they'll know. In conclusion, be sincere with what you say. If you say I love you, mean it with every fiber of your being. I don't care if you're saying something as insignificant as," This cake is wonderful," because if you say it's wonderful you better believe it's wonderful. Pour l'instant au revoir.
Sincerely,
The Writer
