To: Jenna Kalman
Sebastopol Ca.
Tacob Rd 4352
From: Jenna Kalman
Sebastopol Ca.
Tacob Rd 4352
Dear Me,
Ashley and I sat on the scratchy lawn grass in my front yard. It was the end of summer vacation. School would start in three days, thus the start of our new lives. We would be seventh graders, in junior high! How exciting could that be?... not.
See the thing about Ashley is that she rarely stops to think that maybe people don't see things as she does. I mean, she is just SO clueless sometimes. She can't wait for school, but I on the other hand can't stand to even think about it! Everyone staring at the tall freak with glasses. The one who has short brown hair falling in her face. The one who has like ten books in her backpack. The one who looks like me. You know what the worse part is? I'm taking algebra 1 with the eighth graders! Eight graders!!!!!!! The supreme rulers of the school! The Populars with the capital P! And they'll see this overgrown baby who is smarter than them! God, the embarrassment I will have to face...
Ashley actually likes that kind of attention! Humph.
Back to the scratchy grass... Ashley was wearing her black and blue bikini, and I in my puke green one that makes me look like a grasshopper. Ashley's hair was summer blond, and mine of course, was still muddy brown as it had been on the last day of school. She was tan, and I was pale like the underside of a lizard. This was all normal, sadly.
"Hey, Jenna?" "Yeah, Ashley?" I replied, laying on stomach, attempting to get that last minute tan.
"Are there are cute boys at Havverton?" she asked, a mystified look on her face.
I sighed. "How would I know?"
"I meant do you think," she corrected. She crossed her legs, and stared up at the sun.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked, wiggling my toes in the grass.
"Thats why I'm asking you," she said, tearing grass with her manicured finger nails.
"Maybe," I said, "they're all ugly." She frowned.
"What if they are?" I thought.
"Then you might be able to focus better on you school work," I joked.
She was quiet for a while, then said with a smile, "I bet there's at least one cute guy."
"And you would be the one to find him," I mused.
After Ashley left I went up to my room. That was when I decided to write letters to myself. This is my first letter. I guess it'll be like having a pen pal. But, with myself...