The Letter
From: bet you're wondering what I've done with my life since high-school, so I think I have a right to tell you. After the incident I moved back to LA where we lived in an apartment. I went to Blakes High School (a public school) and finished my school years there. I hadn't made friends because mostly they were all snobby and cruel. I was basically ridiculed everyday, and was called mediocre frequently. I was known as the "rag-girl" of the school, as they called me. Well, the years went by and eventually I was at graduation, unknown what I'd do with my life at that point. I looked for colleges and applied for many, until I finally got to go to Los Angelos University. On the first year there, there were many people who were nice, my roommate shared some things with me, we both practiced magick together and had a fantastic time. She thought about it and told me that it wasn't the right path for her, and she knew what her lifes-purpose was to be, an actress. So she left LA University and headed to Los Angelos University of Drama, and I never heard from her again. It was rumored by one her friends that she auditioned for a small role in a movie, but I highly doubt it, since I watch movies 24/7 and hadn't seen her in not one. I finished college and became a child psychologist, where I worked with children who had been abused and had mental illnesses, many who were suicidal. I worked there for seven years, until I thought I needed to take a break so I took all of my vacation days and headed off to Hawaii. I stayed in Hawaii for three weeks and then came back to my normal life in LA. I hadn't met a partner yet, but I was sure looking. It was lonely, being alone in a huge house, going home every night just to watch T.V and eat up the calories.
The years went by, and I finally met a guy in training at the clinic. We had so much in common. Unfortunetly, like all guys are, he only wanted me for two things: sex and money. After spending huge ammounts buying him a car and paying for his food, I was suddenly in debt, having trouble paying the bills, at risk of losing the house. Better yet I still had court dates with him, just to get the money he owed me -- never trust a guy you don't know, he'll turn you into Kirstie Alley or worst yet, Oprah Winfrey. Where all you want to do is blow your pay check on food and keep packing on the calories and fat. By the summer of 2005, I was huge. I don't mean like one of those women who say they are fat but really are skinny, I mean huge. Stress and paperwork were all that I had in life -- and food of course. Life's changed since high-school, and you need to know that.
So I here you are getting out this weekend, ten years is a long time. I've been keeping in touch with Rochelle, but Bonnie -- god knows where she is.
Hoping we can be friends again,
Sarah Bailey
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