I've had this idea for a while, and was inspired by Dear Pen Pal. This fanfic is a set of letters from character to character. I hope this turns out well!

Set in the first book before Megan and Emma reunite as friends.

Dear Emma,

I'm sorry we've drifted so far apart. I miss your company. We used to be really good friends. I miss Jess, too, but you two are thick as thieves while I'm closer to Becca, Ashley, and Jen. I admit, my group, the "Fab Four", as your brother calls us, is really fun to be with, but I miss you too. Becca can get a little condescending and isn't always the nicest, especially to you. You were always nice to me when I didn't have many friends.

I miss being with you. I remember baking cookies in your pink kitchen with you and your dad, and being amazed when you used actual white sugar instead of soy and wheat germ and ingredients that my mom used. I'd always ask for a few to bring home just to savor their sweet taste.

You and I would always play Barbies together. It sounds stupid, but I loved saving up with you and buying our favorite dolls together. When my dad invented that gizmo and made a ton of money, I could buy as many as I wanted. It was never as fun as saving our allowances together for weeks. Then your mom would buy fabric and help me thread the needle and make clothes for Barbie and all her friends.

My mom never encouraged creativity, and I always wished that I was your sister so I could live at your house. That way I could sew with your mom and cook with your dad in the pink kitchen without worrying about flaxseed oil.

I miss Jess too. I know Becca makes fun of her for living on Half Moon Farm and for her mom, but I always loved being at the farm. Her parents would let us pick berries and make jam. We'd play with the chickens and the goats. I wish Becca wouldn't call Jess "goat girl". I wish I had the courage to stand up to her.

Her mom was also really nice, and I was always jealous of your families for being perfect and not embarrassing. I remember going on field trips, and no one wanted my mom to lead the groups. They wanted yours, because she was funny and smart and kindhearted, or Jess' mom, because she was always laughing and offered to show them the farm.

I'm sorry for leaving you for my new circle of friends. I'd really love to be closer to you and Jess, but I don't know if you will. That's why I'm slipping this note into your locker. I hope you find it, read it, and are willing to accept me as a friend again. If you don't, I understand.

Love, Megan (or Megs for short).