~letter~
It's weird don't you think, reading, I mean. It really just consists of symbols that someone made up, on a piece of paper, and our mind creates the images. I don't really understand it. But don't misinterpret what I'm saying, I love to read, I just don't understand it. I don't really understand a lot of things, though. Like how water is dangerous like fire but soft like silk and pure and clean all at the same time. And how people fear dying, I mean we are all going to die anyway, and after a while you don't feel anything, so I don't see how that is fearful. I could go on and on about these kinds of things, but I don't want to bore you.
I guess I should properly introduce myself, my name is Callie, Callie April Emerald, to be precise. I'm 15, I have soft features, a slightly crooked nose, light brown hair, and striking blue eyes. People say I'm pretty but I don't see it. I don't look like anyone in my family. They all have blonde hair and brown eyes. If it weren't for the pictures I would be convinced I'm adopted. I'll tell you about my interests. I love horses, and ride them. I love to read and write. Oh, I also have four amazing friends, Laura, the smart, beautiful, funny, writer. Sara, the absolute genius/model. Amy, the goofy, drama nerd, and innocent one. And Naomi, the beautiful, scientific, and silly one. Our friendship is like a roller coaster, it has its ups and downs, and we are there for the ride together.
I guess I'll check in with you later.
Yours truly, Callie ?
~school 7:43 am~
Crap, crap, crap! I yell in my head. The one day I didn't feel like wearing any makeup, or doing anything to my hair, or do anything really, my crush decides to come talk to me. This took my by shock considering I didn't think he knew I existed. His name is Evan, he has dark brown hair, he's about 6'0, and has the dreamiest, dark blue eyes. He has plump lips, and a normal size nose, and a strong jawline. I honestly can't help but stare. I know it sounds cliché, but he is like an angle. God what is wrong with me! I promised my self that when I came to this high school, I wouldn't turn into a cliché, lovesick puppy. All the girls here are (excluding my best friends). Okay Cal, when he is talking just forget about how you feel and just be yourself. Yeah, okay, that worked for about a total of 3 seconds! All I did was stutter. I couldn't form one coherent thought! Agh!
~letter~
Wind, think about that word for a minute. Now say it, w i n d. Powerful, swift, destructive, and chilling all at the same time. It's weird how one word can mean so many things and be all those things all at once, but can't at the same time. I lost one of the most important people in my life because of words. They mean so much and so little at the same time. I know you don't know who or what I mean, and maybe you never will. I'll have to consider if I tell you or not, because after all I don't know if I can trust you. I don't know you all that well, but I know everything about you at the same time. If you want to know what I mean, stick around.
Yours truly, Callie ?
~school 12:13 pm~
"No" I sate simply to a whining Laura, "Whhyyy" she whines, "You know what I think about shopping Laura" "I know, but you'll have so much fun! I promise" "You do understand you have said that the past 3 times, right?" I ask. "Yes, but I mean it this time!" I can't believe I'm about to say this, "Fine." I sigh.
~Time Skip~
Two hours and $100 dollars later and I'm exhausted! I really don't get the concept of shopping. I mean really, do people always need any of the things they buy, NO! But all of my friends think I'm weird because I don't like to shop. But hey, there are more important things I could be doing, and at least they all respect that on a certain manner. Laura is currently in the middle of a rant about how "Evan is so into you" and "You should so bang that" and "You need to get his attention". "Laura, Laura, LAURA!" I have to shout to get her to shut up, "He is not into me, and I will never get his attention, I mean have you seen the other girls in our school, with there mini skirts, tight shirts, boobs hanging out, face full of makeup, and they're pretty, I'm not anyone to look at compared to them." I say. She just stares at me with a blank expression. "What the hell are you talking about!" She shouts so loud that I have to plug my ears. "What do you mean?" I ask "Cal, your beautiful, and trust me those clothes you bought are going to get his attention without having to turn you into a slut like all the other girls in our school." "Thanks Laura" I say. "No problem." And that was the end of that conversation.