Letter
Dear Dorothy-Ann,
I think it's time we have a heart to heart, don't you? It's not too late is it? No, I didn't think it was. There are a few things I feel like I have to apologize for. I know I can't go back and fix the mistakes but if I could I would. You must believe me when I tell you this.
I'm sorry I made you feel as terrible as I did all those years ago. I shouldn't have called you fat and ugly; it was the farthest thing from the truth. It wasn't fair to you. I hope you understand that no matter how many terrible things I called you, you were and still are the most amazing person I know. I'm sorry for treating you like an object that could be manipulated instead of a person. You deserved better.
Trust me when I tell you: no matter how ugly, demented, awful, monstrous, or repulsive you see yourself as, there's always someone who thinks you're the most beautiful angel in the world. He may be a lot closer than you suspect.
Signed, Dorothy-Ann, 16
Blue
Carlos' favourite colour in the entire universe was blue. Midnight blue in particular reminded him of the time his third grade class morphed into night creatures to learn about animals living in the city. He could recall the sensation of flying in the crisp night air alongside his genius friend Dorothy Ann. Some days he wished he could again, just to hear what random facts she would tell him.
The boy could name every single shade of blue and match it to a memory from his childhood; but Carlos' number one shade of blue was the kind he saw when meeting D.A.'s stare. Her azure irises were filled to the brim with intellect and wisdom, something Carlos never bothered with. He was all about action, while Dorothy Ann was grounded by knowledge.
However, there was something else hiding behind her thick lashes, something he couldn't exactly pinpoint. On certain days he thought it could be sadness. Other days he saw a hint of fear too but he could never be sure exactly what it was.
Carlos knew he would figure out her secret eventually. It was just a matter of pestering her enough.
The Clock Winked
Wanda was a charmer by nature. She could coax a bee into willingly giving up his honey if the situation called for it (which it had). Girls and boys alike flocked to her side, wanting to either befriend her or bribe her into the backseat of their Camaro. The boys were obviously denied.
Despite her colourful outlook on life she had her moments of exhaustion, the brief periods of her life where Wanda wanted a nap. The young lady's house was just as loud, if not louder, as she was which meant naps during the daylight were impossible. That was where her wonderful friend Tim came in handy. He didn't mind her impromptu visits when all she wanted to do was rest. In fact, Wanda often thought he liked those days the best. In spite of her brash nature she could be calm and collected after a fifteen minute nap.
Wanda lazily opened her eyes when she felt Tim nudging her awake. "Your mom called. She wants you home for dinner." Had she napped the entire time? Gazing at Tim's alarm clock she swore she saw the clock winking at her. 'I must be seeing things.' The black haired beauty nodded and sat up.
"Thanks for letting me take a nap Tim. You're the best." She pecked her friend's cheek before dashing from his room, glad her charming side was being used for something worthwhile.