These days, social media has taken away the reality of emotion. A text, a call, a picture, a comment, a like, none of those entities will ever hold within them emotion, real emotion, as the aesthetic nature of the beast does not support something so genuine, so real.
Words and letters, however they're sent, however they're received, will never be as powerful as the emotion often laced in someone's eyes as you talk to them face-to-face.
This is something that two unlikely friends realise within the form of written letters, a form of communication that is often undermined greatly in the eyes of each new generation.
However, that in itself is not what remains most important, for it is that perhaps they can discover that what is the norm is not often what is best, and one does not always have to be liked by others to love themselves.
In the day-to-day trenches of high school, it is almost the default-setting to believe we are the main character of our own coming-of-age story.
This is not wrong. It's just ours isn't the only story there is.
The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the losers, the stoners, the fangirls, the skaters. Everyone's the realest most important person in existence, all of them, at the same time, first-person narrators to their own stories, stumbling into each other's plot lines, defying the status-quo, catalysts to ups and downs.
A deconstruction of all the high school tropes and cliches written over the years, a deep-dive into the psyche of students trying to finish high school while going through irrevocable self-discovery, the most improbable of connections, and the insufferable pains of growing up.