Thank you all for the lovely comments, especially those who are not my friends, whom I threatened to post reviews. You guys are awesome to stop and take the time to review! :)

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Dear Mia,

Did you know that today was the first evening that I didn't pick up my camera and get ready to shoot? How you ever realized how depressing it is to stop doing something you love? Do you realize how pissed off I feel right now, and how this is totally and fully your fault? Maybe if I had friends to come over and help me, then maybe I'd have fought my parents harder to give me the money, or even used some of my own to keep the show alive. But what was the point, knowing that I couldn't do it alone.

I hope you're happy, I bet you're sitting there at your computer this very minute, instant messaging Tina and Shameeka. I bet you're talking about the fire drill and how Boris nearly got run over. You're probably not even noticing that it's time to start my show. Maybe Tina remembers, but she's keeping it quiet for your sake. Tina's nice like that, she has the best memory, but won't remind you of something so you don't get hurt.

I guess Tina is okay, I know she doesn't think I like her, but she's okay. She looks sympathetic when she sees me in the halls, she doesn't brush by, ignoring me like I'm scum. (Example A Boris) She looks at me, not at the floor, (AKA how you do), and I think she wants to say something but can't find the words. I can't either, and break my rule of not smiling to give her my pathetic attempt.

You know, I have no hatred towards anyone but you and JP, I can't be mad at the bystanders of this whole ordeal. I know I'm not the most trustworthy, and I know they'd listen to your story before they'd listen to me. It's not their fault that I can't sit in the cafeteria because I can't stand watching you with your new boyfriend. You and him sit there whispering inside jokes back and forth and not even trying to control your outbursts of laughter after that joke has been told. I can't sit there and witness the glares of my old "friends." So I take my lunch to school, and come lunch time I go straight to my Calculus study group. Did you know that?

No, you don't. Sit there knowing that you betray your boyfriend, you betrayed your best friend for a guy you've barely known. You and your stupid fricken princess lessons, and your never-ending supply of money available at any second, and your stupid problems. "Oh goodness me, my hair is triangular. Oh gee, my boyfriend loves me to death and wants to invite me to a party. My boyfriends going to Japan and I've turned into a complete idiot because I won't be able to smell his neck anymore!"

Do you ever think about me and my problems? Did you ever think about all the referrals I've gotten because I've tried to make an impact on the school? How many colleges will want troublemaker like me? You never supported me, and I was forced to stand alone, facing trouble because I protested unfair discounts at the deli, and because I set free the sharpies. These things were important, they were social issues. YOU ARE OUR PRESIDENT. You should have done something, but instead you wanted no part of any of my plans, blaming your non-participation on your reputation.

But no one could have touched you! Principal Gupta is in love with your Grandmere, not in a gay way stupid. She would never give you detention or publicize our protest. But you don't think! You never do! You're always too scared, but you're going to be a ruler. GET A BACKBONE!

It just irritates me to no end, you and your life that still works out okay. You still are a princess, that defines you. Well guess what, my show defined me. You have your future set, now what will I do?

Yours,

Lilly

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Dear JP,

While I appreciate the card you sent me, no I do not forgive you. (And by the way, your father is a Broadway producer, and you sent me a card from the dollar store. Do you see anything wrong with that? You could have sent me a basket of desserts, or an edible flower bouquet in less than half an hour, because your father keeps them on hold incase he needs an emergency thank you, which he sends out by the dozen twice a day.)

I know that I've been writing these letters for myself, and they are never going to be sent, but I am dying to give this letter to you because we've haven't spoken since you broke up with me. And while you've tried, I've passed by without a thought because I honestly can't stand to talk to you. You knocked over the dominos that lead my life to fall down, and you want to remain friends with me? (Except that isn't even fully true because you won't become "friends" with me unless Mia isn't around. Wouldn't want to upset your new girlfriend.)

I saw you laughing at Boris' almost death accident and I was ready to strangle you. Boris isn't the brightest or quick-reflexed person there is, trust me I know. One time when we were at my parent's summer house, he fell into the pool and I had to go in and pull him to the top because he just didn't fully grasp the situation. But that's Boris and life and death situations aren't something to laugh about. Period. Unless it was your death, because that would be great.

You are such a two-faced jerk, and I understand why you never had any friends until Mia and I came along. You weren't the victim of some mean kids who never gave you a thought. You were just a leech, waiting for someone that had something for you to come along. You sat there waiting for your day in fame, trapped in soul-sucking school, waiting until you had your prize.

JP, you will one day become a producer like your father, and you will be just as pompous as your father is, and when that one day come I won't care. But now I do care, and I wish I didn't. I know how sweet you could be. And now I'm caught in the middle, because I want to hate you and want you back all at the same time.

Regretfully Yours,

Lilly