Dear Meggie

November 17th, 2012

November 17th, 2012

Dear Meggie,

I don’t know what to do, Meggie. I really like Will, and you just don’t know it. He’s a really nice guy. I wish you would at least let us be friends. But if I want to talk to him, I can’t ever talk to you. I just don’t know what to do, Meggie, and I don’t have any time left.

You came up to me as soon as you saw me. You said, “Who’s it gonna be, Harriett?” And me, being the foolish person I am, chose you.

I kept avoiding Will today. He called me a few times since the play, but he’s pretty much gotten the message. I skipped fifth period so I didn’t have to see him. Meggie, you don’t know how much it breaks my heart.

We hang out at your house after school. Will called me again. I sent it straight to voicemail. You caught me doing it, and smiled at me. “I’m glad you made the right decision,” you said, which practically broke everything inside of me.

Everything was back to normal again. We just sat in your room, pretending to be the lead singers to bands, and rocking out to the music. I missed doing this with you.

We both flopped down on your bed, laughing. Your mom came up the stairs, and knocked on the door. “Meggie, dear, there’s someone on the phone for you.”

“Who is it?” you asked, taking the phone.

“Will Hendrickson. Sounds like a nice boy.” Your mother exited.

“Erm, hello?” You said into the phone. There was murmuring on the other end. “Harriett? No, she’s not here.” More murmuring. “I’ll tell her you said so.” You clicked the phone off. I stared at you, waiting for you to tell me what he said.

“All he said was to tell you to call him. But it’s pretty useless. He should get that.” And she turned the music up louder.

Then I got another call from Will. You went to the bathroom. I picked it up, finally. I heard a sigh of relief from the other line.

“Harriett, after the play, I couldn’t find you-”

“Will, I can’t talk to you anymore.”

“Why not? Is it because of Meggie? Listen, I don’t like her like I like you-” you came back out.

“Will, I have to go. Goodbye,” I said, and hung up the phone.

“Well?” You asked.

“Well, I just told him that we can’t talk anymore. That’s all,” I told you. You smiled.

“Thank you, Harriett,” you said. “Thank you very much.”

Meggie, I don’t think you understand how much power you have over me. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do, no matter how much it breaks me on the inside.

 

Sincerely,

Harriett