Well, well. The second letter. *Squee!*
Guess what? Here in Australia, in Brissy, Gossip Girl season four is going to premiere in approximately fifty two minutes, going by the time on my computer. *Ginormous Squee!*
Haha, anyhoo, enjoy it.
Dear Jenny,
I'm having a wonderful time here. Life is great!
I've met a new guy, he's nice. I was sort of lonely out here, missing good friends like you. But then I met him, and it was like love at first sight. Hah, you're probably snorting at how cliché that is.
Well, the weather is nice here. Not a snow flake in sight. I bet you're shivering in your boots over there . . .
How's Serena? And Mom?
Oh, and how are you going J?
Sorry I haven't returned your calls. I've been so busy with this guy . . . It's magic, Jenny, it really is. Anyway, I hope everything is good.
All my friendly love,
Erik.
PS (not PF or PH) I don't think I'm coming back.
Jenny's gut wrenched. The note slipped from her finger tips. He'd made it pretty clear Jenny was a good friend. Friend this and friend that.
Bloody good friends they were, right?
He wasn't coming back. He wasn't coming back. He wasn't coming back. Dear god he was not coming back.
Jenny tore the letter to shreds angrily. Each little rip satisfied her a little bit more, until the papers was in tatters on the floor. She let her tears soak them, feeling awfully cliché and dramatic. But she was always like that these days . . .
The things he could do to her.
Letting out one long breath, Jenny reached for the other beautiful, love-proclaiming letter in her pocket. She dug her fists in the right one, then the left one, then her back pockets, then her jacket-
"It's not here!" Jenny shrieked to no one. She was sobbing now, fumbling through her clothes, trying to find that little slip of paper. Gasping in frustration, Jenny stormed to her room and slammed the door.
Jenny stared at her ceiling, never moving. She didn't come out for two days.
Review, oh please oh please oh please.