"Hey Katie! Come look at this," Miranda called out to me. I looked over to see her frantically waving her arms at me from her laptop. I raised my eyebrow, this reaction from her was common but not to this point, so I walked over to see what all the fuss is about.
"What is it Miranda?" I asked her.
"Okay, but you might want to sit down." I sat. "Okay so I was surfing through the Internet when I found this weird site. It's called Letters to Be Sent. Anyways it's this thing that some guy made for all those people that want to tell someone something but they never got to send it or their too chicken to, so they post it on this website for people to see." (A/N: I don't know if this actually exists)
"And…?" I still didn't get what the big deal was.
"And I found one titled with your name!"
I looked at her incredulously before stuttering out, "Who say wha? That's impossible."
"Oh really? Do you know many Katie Elizabeth Gardners that live in New York?"
"I'm sure there's plenty…" I didn't believe it would be me, I mean who would write a letter to me?
"Whatever let's read it anyway!" I nodded as Miranda started to read it.
Dear Katie,
I know we don't talk much. In fact we don't talk at all unless you're yelling at me. I mean I guess I can kinda understand why, I get on your nerves a lot and tend to pick on you and your siblings. But I have a reason. Other than being a notorious trickster anyway. I like you…a lot. I guess I just really want you to notice me the way I notice you…and you yelling at me is better than not talking to me at all. We met at summer camp three years ago and I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Every year we go back and I see you again and I know I'll never be able to get over you. Your beautiful green eyes, your cute button nose…the way you love the things you do.
I watch you in the garden sometimes, I don't mean to say that creepily but you just look so happy and at home there. I wish I could make you feel that way…I didn't even want to write this letter honestly, let alone send it, but my brother told me to at least do this, so here I am. I'm writing this from my cabin which is right across from yours…What else should I say to you? I love the way your hair blows in the wind and how it looks so many different colors in the sun. I hate it when the camp snobs tease you about how wide your face is or how big your feet are. I think you're perfect. I hate that you believe them and I'm too much of a coward to tell you different. I love your voice. You try to sing quietly during the campfire so no one would notice you, but I noticed. You underestimate yourself so much. You think you're weak just because of who you're related to but I know different. I've seen the way you train. You're agile, powerful, and fast. You are the most talented of all your siblings. So yeah, you're kind of awesome. And I kinda sorta might be in love with you. But I'm okay with that…I just wish I could tell you how I feel in person.
Love,
Travis Stoll
"Oh my gods! Travis Stoll? Katie it is you! Travis Stoll wrote this for you! Can you believe that? The summer camp, the snobs, the training, Camp Half-Blood! Hello! And the Demeter cabin is right across from the Hermes! Oh my gods! Katie isn't this great? Katie? Katieee?" Miranda cooed.
I looked at the computer screen blankly thinking to myself, Travis? In love with Me? He thinks I'm perfect? I thought…I thought he hated me…that's…wow…I just…Travis. And then I may or may not have passed out.