Dear Meggie

November 14th, 2012

November 14th, 2012

 

Dear Meggie,

Today, you got very mad at me. With good reason, though. It is partially my fault. But what else was I supposed to do with that ticket? I wasn’t thinking straight.

When you found out, you were fuming. “You’re taking Will to the play?” You demanded.

“Meggie, it’s just so that we can see the costumes, and see what it was like during that time period,” I said.

“That was fourteenth century Italy, Harriett, not France. They’re even in different time periods!” You said. You were really, really mad at me.

“No one’ll question it, Meggie,” I said. “It’s a highschool class. Plus, it’s the closest we’ve got to finding undergarments during, like, the olden days.”

“Why do you need undergarments?”

“Marie Antoinette, hello? That whole affair thing?”

“Whatever,” you said. “I’ll only approve of it if you get me a date with him out of this whole thing, alright Harriett? No exceptions.”

“I’ll try,” I said, and you walked off somewhere.

I didn’t exactly pay attention to the rest of the day. All I cared about was going to the play with Will. I hadn’t exactly gone on a date before, unlike you. Things didn’t really come natural to me.

As soon as last period had ended, I went straight home. Luckily, mom wasn’t home. I got ready. It was in a theatre, after all, Meggie. I can’t just show up in a T-shirt and jeans.

I settled with a pretty blue dress and a pair of heels. The dress was a sleeveless, and had little white buttons going from the bottom to the top. The skirt was flowy and nice. The heels were just a pair of blue wedges.

Will picked me up at around seven. By then, I had gotten my hair a little less messy. It actually looked kind’ve good for once. He just wore a button up and a tie with dress pants. His shoes stayed the same, plain old canvas shoes.

He still looked really nice. He always looks really nice, Meggie. I understand why you like him. Although your personalities are completely incompatible.

It took about an hour to get to the theatre. It was so nice, I felt so out of place. Will grabbed my hand, and smiled at me, and my heart did a small flutter.

We took our seats. And there, right behind us, was your perfect self. Although you had put your perfect brown hair into a bun, and were wearing a little black dress that showed off your cleavage. It also stopped right above your thighs. Oh Meggie, why did you have to be here?

“Oh, hey, Harriett,” she said. “Hi, Will.”

“Hey,” I said back, and took a glance at Will. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. You stared back at me, smiling. The lights flickered at that very moment, until they dimmed completely and the play started.

I tried to ignore you so much, but you kept leaning forward and running her hands down Will’s chest, and whispered things into his ears. He stayed in the same position throughout the whole play, very uncomfortable.

Meggie, I love you, but you can be a pain sometimes.

You finally stopped when Romeo was exiled.

I watched the audience around me. Everyone was waiting to see what the outcome would be, even though they knew very well that they would both end up dead. But no one wanted them to anymore.

Then Romeo heard the news of Juliet’s death. My heart broke, and a small tear rolled down my cheek. And then Romeo killed himself, and when Juliet woke up, I just broke out in tears. I began sobbing, along with the rest of the crowd, as Juliet plunged his knife into her own heart. Will tried to put his arm around me, but you took it and caressed his hand softly. He reached into his pocket, and then gave me his hankey.

I wiped my eyes and cheek with it, and thanked him. You threw yourself backwards in your seat and folded your arms. When the lights came back on, you said, “Harriett, could I talk to you alone for a second?”

“Sure..?” I said back to you, not fully understanding what was going to happen.

You led me to outside, near a bathroom. “Harriett, why did you have to come here with Will?” you asked.

“I told you why-”

“Yeah, but he obviously likes you a little bit!” you said. “Either you need to stop talking to him, or crush his heart or whatever, or stop talking to me.”

“Meggie-”

“You have until Monday.” And then you stormed off.

I was just left there, alone, not knowing where to go next, what to do next. Meggie, you gave me a terribly hard choice. I just left the theatre, and took a bus home. I didn’t talk to Will at all, no matter how many times he called me. And Meggie, it broke my heart. Why can’t you just understand, Meggie?

 

Your Possible Friend,

Harriett