I feel so connected to Anne Frank. Now more than ever. Both of us awesome girls, being punished just for bein’ who we are. I know that one day I will play Anne Frank and chances are it will be on Broadway.
I am writing this note to you, Matt, as I watch the first snowflakes fall to the ground. Here I thought I would be spending the first snowfall of the season in the arms of someone who loves me, but I gotta admit, I think it’s best if I just spend it alone, in my bedroom.
I think that I’m gonna take the rest of November for myself. I’ve been giving so much of myself to others lately it feels like I forgot about me. I will continue to be Christopher’s girlfriend, but I am gonna limit the time I spend with him. And as for you and me, well, Matt, I think it’s best for us to chill out. I can’t be your girl on the side. Joy is your priority, and I’m your afterthought. I can no longer come in second place. No sir.
I care deeply for you, Matt. But let’s be honest. You’re gonna lose your virginity to Joy. As these snowflakes fall from the clouds up above, I can’t help but think about LOVE. What would it be like to be truly loved by a Freshman boy? To feel the big lips of a handsome young star pressed against mine? I imagine a world where this young star tells me he loves me and then asks me to take his virginity from him, thus tying us together 4-eva. Gosh, if that could happen I probably wouldn’t feel sad about not playin’ Anne Frank. But who might this handsome star Freshman be? Does he exist or only in my mind’s eye? Could he love me the way I long to be loved?
Oh, Matt. There’s gotta be an inch of snow on the ground now. Enough to make a snowman. I might have to go gather my mittens and parka and head on out into the great white open. I bet if you were here with me we would throw snowballs at each other and laugh, then sit by a roarin’ fire and talk about what’s to come. And maybe, just maybe, we would, well . . .
Be well, Cuteheart. And know that I will be fine. I’m just a girl on a snowy night in a town where some dreams get crushed . . . and some dreams come true . . .
My heart belongs to??????????????????
Tara M. Murphy
P.S. I am gonna fold this note really tight and put it in your earth science lab table tomorrow. Durrrr, you already know that if you’re reading this.
Hey Tricia,
Oh my god, you have to pinky swear that you will not tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, oh my god, you are gonna freak out. Okay, so you know how I share a lab table with Matt Bloom? Well, I, like, reached into my desk to grab my textbook and there was a super tight folded note, so I, like, opened it, of course, because it was in my side of the desk, and oh my god, it wasn’t for me—it was for Bloom!!
The note was from Tara Murphy. You know the Senior girl who goes out with the hockey player, Chris Caparelli? She is in a lot of the plays and is a cheerleader! You know her. She’s kind of popular and always wears short skirts. The girl with long blond hair. Okay, I know you know who she is. Anyway, she wrote Bloom this note and, um, PROMISE YOU WON’T SAY A WORD TO ANYONE because I like Bloom and he’s such a good actor, but holy shit!!! Bloom and Tara are basically having an affair. But in the note Tara sort of told him that she is done with him because he is going out with Joy Bernstein and she doesn’t want to be the woman on the side. Wowza!!!
I never pegged Bloom for someone who would cheat on his girlfriend. And from the sound of the note it seems like Bloom is the one trying to get Tara to hook up.
Maybe I can get more information. Oh my god, oh my god!!! This is like Tiger Beat. I love South High!
Are you stopping by Fanny Farmer Candy Shop this weekend? We have a special on pounds of gummy worms.
Pammy
P.S. PINKY SWEAR you won’t tell anyone.
Pammy,
Holy ballsack! I know you love Matt Bloom, but he’s not all he thinks he’s cracked up to be. Yeah, he looks like Keanu Reeves from the “Rush, Rush” video, but who gives a crap . . . Kid is so full of himself, he walks around like he owns this school and thinks he’s above everyone and come on . . . he’s a friggin’ theater geek. Whatever, I know you love theater geeks.
Tara Murphy is kind of a slut though, right? She went out with Timmy Garabino, and my sister Jenny was so pissed off about that she and Megan Dooley t.p.’d her mailbox. Rightfully so . . . everyone knew my sister and Timmy had hooked up back in middle school. And she used Kev Brandolini so she could hang out in his mansion and ride his horses. Well, that’s what Jenny and Megan told me, and they should know.
I won’t tell anyone, Shapiro. Calm down.
Love ya and yeah, I’ll swing by Fanny Farmer Candy Shop while I’m at the mall this weekend. I’ve got a mint condition turtleneck on layaway at Marshalls, so I’ll pick that up then come by.
Later, Khed,
Tricia
Deena,
Hey, girl. Okay, you know my tall friend Pam Shapiro who I went to Callahan Middle with? She told me some crazy shit. But you can’t say anything.
Okay, do
