My name is Lawrence Tudgeman. I am fourteen years old, and today is the end of an era in my life. I've finally given up on Kate.
Kathrine Sanders has been my object of choice ever since Ethan gave up on her three years ago. There was that one date with Lizzie, but it would have never worked with us, not when Lizzie was so awful to Kate.
I know, Kate seemed to be a lot worse to Lizzie, but it's obvious with Kate it's not sincere. Why can't Lizzie see that? Everything with Kate is a strategic move calculated to boost her popularity.
It's the thing I most love and hate about her. Despite her apparent high status, Kate's one of the most insecure girls I know. Her life revolves around making everyone envy her, which is of course impossible. But she doesn't know that.
More than anything in the world, I want to make her see that it doesn't matter what she does in cheerleading, what she wears, or how her hair looks. Her grades, her friends, and her witty comebacks will all be useless in a year. I want to tell her that everything will be fine. I want to make everything fine for her. I want her to know I love her no matter what.
No, it is not to be. She's afraid to be seen with me, afraid someone might talk. She won't make the leap of faith required to love someone and be loved back. Last week, I playfully told her she was mean and hissed at her. The truth is, she doesn't realize that she can hurt anyone, not when she's too busy worrying about being hurt herself. Katherine Sanders is desperate to die alone, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Hey, there's always Claire!
Ever Hopeful,
Larry Tudgeman