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Letter One: Write a letter to your best friend.
Dear Katelyn,
Remember the day we met?
Well I do and its funny because best friends usually meet during kindergarten where they share a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or crayons during free time.
But we sure as hell didn't meet that way.
I remember the day like it was yesterday: eight years ago, I moved into your neighborhood. I was the one everyone called big foot because I was taller than most eight year old girls at the height of five feet one. The funny thing was that you were the one who started calling me big foot, and it pretty much caught on. I used to hate and envy you because all you did was made fun of me. You made fun of my copper colored red hair, my thick square rimmed glasses, the way I dressed, the freckles that would scatter across my face making me look somewhat like Judy Moody and my big feet.
The thing was though, you torment didn't stop. You continued to make fun of me all the way till seventh grade. There were some days where I didn't want to go to school because you made fun of me so much. I would beg my parents day after day to transfer me to another school, or at least put an end to your harassment but when they said they'd talk to the principal, it only made things worse. You then went around calling me "big foot tattletale". You even made a fricken song out of it but I will not go into any detail on that; its just too embarrassing.
Then one day during seventh grade year, there was a rumor going around saying that you were stuffing socks into your bra because everyone was growing boobs but you--even I was growing boobs. Its pretty funny the way karma works because every time you tried picking on someone, all they had to say was "flat chested" and you'd leave them alone. I wanted to just walk up to your face and call you flat chested myself but I was too scared to do it. Then one day when I was going to the bathroom, I heard someone crying in one of the stalls.
What surprised me was that it was you Katelyn; the one who loved watching people squirm under your gaze was simply balling out tears. I wanted to just open your stall and laugh at your face but I just couldn't bring myself to do that. Unlike you, I wasn't a bitch to people. So I did what any good Samaritan would do, I grabbed some napkins and handed them to you over the stall. I could feel you hesitating before you took the napkins. When you opened your stall five minutes later, you were so shocked to see me that you rubbed your eyes for clarification.
You asked me why I was being so nice to you even though you've been downright mean to me for so long. I told you that sometimes being a bitch is all a woman's got to hold on to--but not me. Then a few days later we actually started having decent conversations. They first started off with homework assignments and projects but then we moved further into our personal lives, things that we were interested in and boys we thought were cute.
Katelyn, you may have somewhat fucked me over at times, but you had problems like I did. You in the long run has been and maybe even my one real friend. Of course we've had our ups and downs but we made up and have grown a closer bond towards each other. Hopefully you'll stay sane when I'm not around to fix your messes or pick you back up when you're falling.
Love,
Tattletale Big Foot
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