Locker Letters

The Beginning

Dear Miss Audrey,

It’s presently the tenth of October and I can no longer restrain my emotions for you. They feel like a tsunami, wave after wave of feelings crashing around in my heart. My rib cage is the only thing holding my heart in my chest, but I’m unsure that it will last much longer. They are cracked and bruised and damn near ready to split wide open. But you know what? I say, let the flood rage on. Let these emotions fly out of me like a steady flow of butterflies. Oh, my apologies, butterflies are in the stomach, aren’t they? You have always been so good at anatomy, my dear Audrey. Anyways, I’m much too embarrassed to hand you this letter directly, so shoving it into your locker is the next best thing I can think of. I’m sorry if this seems too formal... I’m entirely nervous to even have your beautiful eyes glancing at this tattered confession of affection. That’s why I’m not disclosing my name in this letter quite yet.

Yours, the boy with locker B146.

Dear Boy With Locker B146,

That was quite a lovely passage there, but you’ve got the wrong girl. You see, Audrey, the silly girl, owns the locker D112, while little ole’ me owns this lowly locker D113. It’s okay; I forgive you for this slip up. Might I suggest a different approach though?

From, not Audrey.

Dear Lowly Locker D113 Girl,

Oh dear.... Sorry for the mix-up. It won’t happen again.

From, embarrassed boy with locker B146.

Dear Embarrassed Boy With Locker B146,

But by sending that letter, didn’t it cause this to happen again? You sure are goofy, boy with locker B146. What’s your name?

From, still not Audrey.

Dear “Still Not Audrey”,

Hm... I suppose you’re right. And maybe it’s best you don’t know my name. I’m highly embarrassed and I’d prefer not to show my face... Er, well, show my name. Which is the less visual version of showing my face, I guess. What’s yours, though?

From, still embarrassed boy with locker B146.

Dear Still Embarrassed Boy With Locker B146,

Why should I share mine with you when you won’t share yours? You’re the one who put the love confession into my locker, I think I deserve some more intel. I could just tell Audrey what happened, you know. She is my locker neighbor after all.

From, girl with locker D113.

Dear Girl With Locker D113,

Well let’s not be unreasonable now! No need to run off to Audrey. My name is Samuel. Samuel Roth, if you wanted to be exact. Now you should tell me yours.

From, Samuel.

Dear “Samuel Roth”,

You think I’m illiterate, don’t you? Samuel Roth is the main character in my favorite book. You are such a phony, “Samuel”. Trying to pull a fast one on me, huh? Sneaky, but not enough. Care to try again?

From, not buying it.

Dear “Not Buying It”,

Wow, you sure are an observant one, aren’t you? Okay. It’s Colin. Colin Henders. Now, yours?

From, Colin. For real.

Dear Colin,

I’m skeptical of the facts you present to me, but we’ll go with it. I think I’ve heard of a Colin Henders around this trash dump of a school. I’ll find you, Colin (...not to sound creepy). My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Lilly. I go by Ellie, though.

From, Ellie. ...for real.

Dear Miss Ellie,

It’s nice to finally meet you Ellie. Well... yea. Meet you. This counts, right? Anyways, hey, look, I’m really appreciative of you for not ratting me out to Audrey or making fun of me or anything. You’re pretty cool, Ellie.

From, a very appreciative Colin.

Dear Colin,

You’re welcome.

From, Ellie.