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Chapter One:
"Oh, c'mon, Miley, you're head over heels in love with Nick Gray," Lilly used hand gestures and eyes widening for dramatic effect. She hit me playfully as she said, "Just admit it." Lilly chugged down her soda, and crushed it against her head, as I stared in disgust. "Don't make me do that again." I said, as I pointed to her demolished can. She just shrugged, "Don't try to change the subject." Lilly flung her finger at me as if to say 'shame on you'. I pushed her hand down. "Hey, what about that essay you wrote about the Gray brothers?" Lilly smiled at the thoughts going on her head. As for me, I just stared at her, confused. "Yeah, what about it?" I asked, plucking off some crust crumbles on my sandwich. "Maybe, you should send that to them. I know, its a slim chance that they'll actually read it, but maybe they will." Lilly took a spoonful of pudding and ate it. "Lilly, no. I just.. I don't... What if... I mean... Ugh." I said in defeat. Lilly rose her arms in the air, "Booyah!" She seemed thrilled.
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I fished around in my dresser drawer for the paper, inside the paper revealing my feelings about those three amazing boys. My hand stopped in it's tracks and grabbed a piece of paper. I opened it carefully. It looked like rubbish, it looked like it belonged in the trash, it look worthless; the edges were torn from some unsucessful ripping in half tries from Jackson, a major chunk of the paper was torn off, but it didn't matter, because their was no words where the chunk was. And, overall, the paper was covered in dust, dirt, and food remains. But, what a lot of people didn't know, this little paper was soon to be the portal to my love, and it soon will kill me.
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I set the essay on my dresser and took another paper. I wrote down a letter to tell them about this essay, so they wouldn't be confused when they read it. Or be disgusted. Once I finished, the letter I wrote read:
Hello,
I was totally against sending this letter and essay to you. (I'm sending an essay I wrote a long time ago, when I first fell in love with your music, about you). But, my best friend, Lilly, convinced me to send it to you. I decided to send this to you along with my essay, to explain everything and say some new things. You guys have inspired me. You hear that in every letter, don't you? Well, I mean it. I probably still wouldn't be here at this moment, writing this letter, if it weren't for you guys. Not because I was sucidal, it was because... well, I wanted to run away. When I wrote that letter, after a week or so, my dad cleaned out my room, and found my essay, he read it and then tossed it in the trash, when I took it out of the trash later, I had a fit. He stood firm, my brother took it out of my hands and read it, and then laughed through the whole thing. When he finished, he decided it was worthless in his mind, so he tried to tear it, but only causing a large chunk of the letter to tear off. (No words were where the chunk was). After I demanded it back, he refused. And, kept trying to tear it, but I grabbed it and ran into my room in tears. I just couldn't believe how my brother could be so harsh. I haven't really spoke to him since, except occasional 'hi's' and 'shut up's'. Your music kept me through that rough time. I just wanted to explain the nasty looking paper, don't throw it in the trash, please! And, once you see this, if you see it, PLEASE send the essay back to me. It means so much to me. And it's worth a lot in my mind; probably not to my dad, nor my brother, but to me it's worth one hundred diamonds, maybe more. Thank you, and bye.
Love, Miley.
I stuffed the letter and essay in an envelope together and put stamps on it and then the sender and reciever's address. I kissed the envelope, wishing my dear essay farewell. I put the letter in the mailbox, and ran back home; not wanting to think about it no longer.
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The next morning, I felt horrible. My hands felt clammy, my head felt hot, and my whole body was shaking. I turned around in my bed, and squeezed my eyes shut; no avail. I looked at the clock on my night stand, it was 6:00. I had enough time to get ready and go to school. I shot out of my bed, and then made it. It was 6:05. I rushed into my bathroom and took a quick shower, even if it was cold. I didn't care, I couldn't afford to miss this day. I pulled on some red skinny jeans, a white tank and a black vest. I grabbed socks and some black converse. I put them on; rushing as fast I could. I ran downstairs, "Why didn't you guys wake me up?!" I demanded an answer as I grabbed my plate that rested on the counter as it always did, and sat down on my usual chair, my plate gracefully laying in front of me on the table.
"Well, you looked sick, ya still do, bud. Maybe you should rest." My dad said, cooking his breakfast. "Dad, I can't afford missing this day. I have a huge test today." I said, still rushing. "Bus is here, darlin'." My dad yelled. I took all my bacon and stuffed in my face, chomping on it. "Bye." I said in between a bite. I grabbed my backpack and tossed it over my shoulder and ran outside.
I got onto the bus, and sat next to Lilly. "What happned?" Lilly begged to hear what I had to say. "Lilly, I sent it last night. I don't have anything to say." I smirked. "Well, w--" Lilly was interrupted rudely by Amber and Ashley doing their little 'Oh' finger thing. Lilly turned around, staring at Amber and Ashley. "Cool it, Lils." I tried my best to calm her down. I could see her clenched fists. "It's no big deal, they always do that. You should be use to it now." I watched Lilly's fist calm. "I know, but the fact that they throw it in our faces..." I interrupted her this time, "Throw what in our faces?" I asked. Lilly turned around and stared at me, "The fact that they're popular and we aren't." Lilly said in a 'duh' tone of voice. "Who was the one that said 'being popular isn't everything'." I made quotation marks, to remind Lilly that she once did say that to me. "I know, I know. But, just.. ugh!" Lilly growled lightly under her breath. "So, you sent the essay and just like that?" Lilly, of course, changed the subject. "No.." I muttered, "I sent a letter with it." Lilly's eyes beamed, "Aha! I knew it. What did it say in it?" Lilly asked eagerly. "Just, saying how the letter turned out all.. gross." I mumbled, not interested in conversation at the moment. Or at least this time of conversation. "Oh." Lilly said, "Well... I can't wait 'til they reply." Lilly chirped. "I can't either!"
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"Dad! I'm home!" I yelled, tossing my backpack off to the side, leaving it to itself. It's been 1 week since I've sent my essay in; no word from the Gray brothers. I sighed deeply, giving up hope they'll ever reply. "You got mail!" My dad yelled from the kitchen. My eyes beamed, maybe this was it. I ran into and snatched the envelope from his hands. On top of the envelope was the fanmail address for the Gray brothers. They written back! My heart skipped ten beats, and my eyes were bulging out of my skull. "I can't believe they replied!" I screamed in delight, as I examined their beautiful handwriting. I took my finger, and placed my thumb under the opening and ripping it, revealing a paper. I hesitated, but took the paper out of the envelope, tossing the envelope onto the counter. There was five papers; four looked new, and the other one was torn, and dirty. They had sent my essay back with a new letter! I smiled, and read the letter they had written. I read it over and over about twenty times. I remembered it to the end, it read:
Hello, Miley,
Thank you for your love and support in our band; Connect Three. We are extremely happy you sent us your letter and essay and hope that you send us more fanmail, because we'd love to hear from you! We each took our time to write a letter to you!
Love, Connect Three.
I took off the paper from all three, and moved it behind. I read the letter that Joe written, because it had little Joe figures drawn all over the paper. I giggled at the little figures.
Hello, Miley,
It's Joe, if you couldn't tell by the hardcore stick figures. Those are me, if you couldn't tell and thought they looked like carrots. Anyway, I'm going to tell you a secret, I think you're Nick's favorite. Nick read your essay first and throughout the whole thing was smiling and going 'wow!'. Nick needs to be more secretive. But, yeah.. I don't normally write back to fanmail, but this was a letter that I wanted to. I've only written back to like ten total. Seriously, write back! Send it to our IMPORTANT fan mail. We give this address to all important fans. Ha ha, makes all the others feel less-important. But, seriously, we love all our fans equally, but Nick and all.. I just HAD to. : ) So, I'll put it on a post-it note and send it with my letter.
Joe.
I admired it, Joe had given me an IMPORTANT fanmail address. Excuse me while I melt. I ran over to the couch and sat down to minimize the chance of hurting myself. I read the next letter; Kevin's.
Hey!
I think you know who wrote this; KEVIN! Your essay was REALLY good. Like, really, really good. I'm not going to write much, because I'm hungry and I have to write this letter before I eat, so we can send it in in time. Yeah, write back!
Kev.
Simple. That works. I had a commentary about all the letters. Lastly, other then my essay, was Nick's letter. I cherished this moment forever, it was something I'd want to remember forever.
Hello,
I don't feel like I should introduce myself to you, because its a letter. If one day we meet, I will properly introduce myself. But for now, this will be it. Your essay was amazing, you know more about me then I do myself! (That was supposed to be a joke). Well, I can't say much. I heard Joe put in the "special" fan mail address. If you're wondering how it works, it sends to a special address and then it automatically gets sent to us, not any special warehouse and then we read it when we come home, etc. We don't get much, because we only have given it to like 10 fans so far, including you. Anyway, bye. I can't wait for you to reply!
Nick.
I screamed in delight, Nick couldn't wait for me to write back. I tossed the papers onto the coffee table and began writing each a letter. But, Nick's had to be the longest of all. I stuffed the 3 letters into a new envelope and stamped it. I jotted down the "special" fan address and then my address and put it in the mailbox. This had to be a dream, this had to be a fantasy, this had to be anything but real. But, it wasn't. The Gray brothers wrote back. I frantically grabbed my cell phone and called Lilly. I recited every letter to her; not missing one word. Even though she said nothing, I knew she was on the phone, listening to everything I had to say. Everything the Gray brothers wrote in the letters.