During school, my English teacher gave us journal assignments every few days. One was to write a letter to someone who invoked great emotion in you. Whether that emotion be love or hate. Well my emotion was hate and the someone was Rebecca Bloom. The teacher said for it to be a real person but I ignored her. I got really into it and rambled quite a bit. So this is completely from my heart and might not be using exactly 'proper' grammar. But here is the finished product. Hope you enjoy it.
Dearest Rebecca,
I hate you. You are a loser and need to get a life. I would say kill yourself but it would upset Sandy and Sandy and Kirsten don't need to be upset. They need to be together and you tried to kill it but you failed. You always will. Fate has brought them together and you, you pig-headed twit, can't beat fate. So go ahead and disappear again, Sasquatch or Kirsten's going to kill you. And I might help.
Yours truly,
Viper209n
P.S. My condolences on the death of your father. He did seem nice. No! Oh my gosh. He was delusional too. Thinking Sandy would drop his life for you two. That's ludicrous. He would not do that. He loves Kirsten, not you, you morbidly obese anorexic with Parkinson's disease. Not you! Her!
You're hamburger while She's steak
You run! She would stay and fight!
You are a PANSY! She is a lovely rose.
HAHA Symbolism! I SAID IT!
P.P.S. Another thing that bothers me: When he kissed you (which I strongly disagree with and you shouldn't look to far into it) why does your head freak out? Honestly, it angers me to no end. Come to think of it you're always shaking. It's annoying. Stop!
P.P.P.S. You're upsetting me and I can't even see you. One more point I want to make sure you get. He would kill and die for her. He lived without you for twenty years. If she was ripped away from him, he wouldn't last twenty minutes. If she ran like you did, he would never be able to stop looking for her. He moved on when you left. If she was gone, he would never look at another woman. Don't forget it. He's hers, forever.