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An Anonymous Truth

Dear Reader,

Normally playing the roll that I play in the social life I would have never agreed to this assignment. Because these letters are anonymous I find it a good way to let at least let one person in this fictional dreamland, also known as our school, know the real me.

Walking down the hall I seem to be the typical rich jock all star. My girlfriend hangs off my shoulder and might I add she is gorgeous but dumb as they come. I date her as a part of hiding who I am. See im afraid that if the world saw me as I am that they would disapprove. My dad would fall apart if he knew how I actually felt. People just wouldn't accept me if they knew the truth. I don't expect you to feel pity on me but its nice to have a pen pal that will be able to see the real me without actually knowing who I am.

That's all I have time for now. Gotta go live the double life put on a sly smirk and get smashed at a party. Will write soon.

Yours truly,

Wishing I was somewhere else.


Nathan threw the pen down and stashed the letter under a box in his bed. He felt kind of relieved knowing he now had someone to talk to about how he actually felt about his lifestyle. Brushing of all thoughts of relief he quickly undressed himself and hopped in the shower.

"Nathan!" Screamed a voice coming from down the hall.

"Would you give me a minute im putting on my shoes" Was all he managed to get out before a furious blonde girl entered the room.

"What the hell is taking you so long? I've been waiting down stairs for over twenty minutes now! Are you done primping so that we can go?" Peyton said with an annoyed expression written across her face.

"You know what Peyton, if you keep up your little attitude then your going to be walking to the party. Now go down stairs and ill be down in ten got it?" Nathan stated angrily.

"Your such a jerk sometimes Nathan I don't even know why I put up with it!" Peyton screamed as she stomped out of his room and down the hallway.