Disclaimer: I do NOT own One Tree Hill or any of its Characters.
An Anonymous Truth
Nathan stared at the letter in disbelief. He wondered why this girl disliked him so much. He had actually enjoyed every part of the letter until he read his own name. Even though he knew she was right about him being conceited and cocky it still angered him.
Pen hit the paper and Nathan got to work. He began to write everything that had happened the night before. Maybe if she got an in sight of his world her judgement that she claimed not to have would ease up a little bit.
Dear Girl,
I really enjoyed your letter. Except it seems you may be more judgmental of me then you are trying to let on. I figured I would write to you to tell you what a typical night in my life is like. Maybe then you will ease up a little and be a tad bit understanding. Not meaning that in a way to anger you or anything.
The night was young and I had just finished writing my letter to you. I hopped in the shower and washed every aspect of my perfectly chiseled body...just kidding. Well anyway after dressing myself and brushing my teeth I then started to put on my shoes. As I was concentrating on my tying skills my super "hot girlfriend" (as you stated her to be) decided to interrupt. She stormed in and nagged me for taking to long. Despite my best interests for the sake of putting on my act I was mean to her. We then headed to this great party at none other than Nathan Scott's beach house (Your hate for him amazes me. Most girls make it a point to throw their selves at him). My girlfriend then decided to be a complete bitch. She said that me and ignoring her and all this other nonsense was really upsetting her. Turns out when she's upset she will decide to soak me with whatever alcohol is in her presence. My character is not the kind to walk around with alcohol dripping off his shirt. So he decided to head home to change. Little did I know my mom had decided to be home for the first time in months. Which meant the family battle was on. Dad decided to nag me some more about how I wasn't to be drinking before the big game the next night. Instead we should play some games. The whole time while on the court he decided to tell me just how much I suck at said sport. I guess parents really just love to bring out the best in their children. Anyways I managed to sneak back to the party to live some more of my double life. I tried to talk to my girlfriend but all she wanted to do was make out. This lead to another fight. That fight resulted in my second ruined shirt of the night. Oh what a night in the life of your mystery pen pal.
Catch ya later (as my character would state),
Wishing I was someone else.