Fanfiction, I miss you. And I'm back now. If I don't write, I am not going to eat any dessert at Christmas. That should keep me motivated (:

And in case ya didn't know, this is an um what's it called…ten-shot! You know, like ten chapters from ten different people's POV.

I dunno where this came from…just something I had been thinking of writing for a while, but never got around to it.

Disclaimer: Don't own nuthin'

"You're assignment," Mrs. Blank, the grade eleven People's Relations teacher, emphasized the word 'assignment'. "Is to write a note to someone. Anyone in this class."

She paused as her students looked around, choosing who to write a note to. "It will be completely anonymous. No one will know you wrote it. At the end of the week, you will hand your notes in to me –I promise I won't read them-, and I will hand them out to who they're for.

"Now when you receive a note, you cannot mention what it says to anyone. Not your best friend, not your parents, not your pets. No one. Got it?" the class nodded. "Okay, then. I want this done by tomorrow. Papers and pens ready?"

She checked the clock.

"Go."

Massie Block knew exactly who she wanted to write to. She glanced around the room once, making sure no one was watching her. Sure that no one was, she began to scribble.

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Dear Dylan,

Just because we're friends doesn't mean I like you. Okay, that sounds bitchy. But what I mean is, I don't like…well…no that's not what I want to say. I love you, you know that. But I'm…I dunno, I am afraid of you. I'm afraid that you're better than me.

In fact, you are better than me. I know you are. I'm jealous of how wherever you are, whoever you're with, you manage to brighten the room and make everyone smile.

I remember one night at a sleepover, you had come with your eyes all red and you were crying. You had told us that Dune had just broken up with you, after pressuring you to have sex. And you had had it with him.

I remember feeling pleased and pissed at the same time. Pissed that you had done something I hadn't yet, but pleased that you had been dumped.

I know how much you loved Dune. And thinking back to how I was so happy that you were down makes me feel horrible.

Did you know you have the power to run the Pretty Committee? You do. You're pretty enough, and smart and in control and nice.

That's something else I'm jealous of. You're a kind person, Dyl. I'm not. And I never can be. Even when I want to be nice, it's so hard to. But you're always so nice. You even thank the cab drivers after they drop us off somewhere!!

What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry. For being a bitch. For making you uncomfortable about your weight. For being a bad friend.

We're best friends Dylan. Let's keep it that way.

Xo