You don’t even know what’s goin’ on in my life, Christopher. Did you even know that I started wearin’ Trésor? And do you even know WHY I started wearin’ Trésor? NO.
I was at rehearsal yesterday, and as I was twirlin’ my friggin’ Patty Simcox-Gould baton, Joy Rebecca Bernstein danced by, and guess what, Christopher? I got a whiff of her. And double guess what, Christopher? She was WEARIN’ Anaïs Anaïs. MY FRAGRANCE!!!!
That girl has literally taken everything from me. Last year, she had the nerve to get Marianne Paroo in The Music Man (a part that I could literally play in my sleep), and this year, she steals my dream role from me. In what alternate universe is Sandy from Grease a Jewish girl with long, curly hair? How is that even possible, Christopher? And I’m sorry, everyone, but her hair looks like a friggin’ owl’s nest. Like some baby-beaked, big-eyed, neck-turnin’ night bird is gonna peek out any friggin’ minute! Only in this town do people find that kinda hair awesome. My hair is longer than hers when I brush it out!
Speakin’ of brushing out, did you even know that I got a new hairbrush because I threw mine against a cinderblock wall after Joy walked by me smelling of Anaïs Anaïs!??!? No. You didn’t. Lately I feel like you don’t even know me anymore. And that makes me painfully sad. ’Cuz I do love you and we are a Supercouple, but it’s October, C.P.C. The leaves are startin’ to change. The air is gettin’ crisper. Halloween’s around the corner. It’s like time’s flyin’ by. We’re only gonna be Seniors once, Christopher. This is our last autumn together in this town. Do you even get that? Do you?
So anyway, now I wear Trésor. No one else better start wearin’ it or I’m gonna be so mad. I will not wear EXCLAMATION, but I guess I like Benetton Colors. That’s not even the point, Christopher!!!!
In three weeks I will be onstage, opening night of Grease! And I will be twirlin’ a goddamn baton as Bernstein plays the part that should have been mine. She has taken so very much from me. She messed with the wrong girl. Are you gonna come to opening night? I mean, you don’t call me, so how am I APPOSED to know? And if you do come, Chris, are you comin’ to support me or your idiot neighbor, Ronald? The hell is that loser’s name? Met? Mort?
I hate this town right now. I’ve done so much for this place, and this is the thanks I get?! Don’t even talk to me about Stef! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Okay. Deep breath.
Put this note up to your nose, Christopher. I spritzed it with my new perfume ’cuz with you not callin’ me last night I figured how the heck do I know when I’ll see you again, so I wanted to share, as proper girlfriends do, what I smell like these October days.
Hope you get your “answering machine” fixed!
Hearts and Stars,
Tara
To-est MY BEST FRIEND!
Tara, come on! You have to talk to me. Ever since I told you about my summer on Nantucket you’ve ignored me in the hallways, and I think you tripped me when we were walking out of Ms. Maderos’s class. Maybe you didn’t trip me, but I fell over a foot and it wasn’t my foot, and when I looked up you were kind of smiling. Did you trip me? Oh my god, what is happening with us? This is Senior year, Tara. It’s not supposed to be going like this.
At least talk to me and share your feelings with me. You’ve always shared everything with me, and now you’re like a stranger.
No one will ever replace you. I split one necklace in my whole life, and that was with you.
You know me, Tara! I’m not the girl who goes around ditching my best friend for the popular, pretty girl! You know I’m not like that.
How can we get through this? I miss you. I miss Triple L. I miss us. My life has been so different without you in it. It’s all so . . . I don’t even know what to say.
How are you? How is your world?
Love you Muchly and Moreso,
Stef “Minnie Strone, Tomato, Split Pea Soup” Campbell
Hello Stef,
’Sup? Let me clear the incredibly thick, polluted, storm-cloud-filled air that you and I have been breathin’ since you arrived back on the mainland.
To go forward, let us first go back in time. Care to jump in my DeLorean, Stef?
When I was a little girl, I was in Ms. Bugg’s kindergarten class. You had Ms. Butler, remember? I know kindergarten was a million years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I will never forget the movable wall they had between Bugg’s and Butler’s rooms. We would get wicked excited on that rare occasion they would open the wall. You and I would run as fast as we could into each other’s arms.
I will never forget me punching Jonathan Casey in the ear ’cuz he threw a grape juice box at your head. I still don’t believe I was the one who gave him cauliflower ear ’cuz he was always wrestling with people and, like, every wrestler gets that vegetable-ear thing, but anyway I punched him ’cuz I was defendin’ you. No one messed with you on my Swatch watch, Steffed Animal!
And who can forget Balloon Day? Not this girl!!
Stef, Stacey Simon popped my balloon on Balloon Day, forever destroying my chance at winning
