Dear Former Friend

Dear former friend,

I have been meaning to get in touch. I know that it has been many years and many things have happened. The main reason I am writing to you is to ask you a question. This is a question that I have had since that day at recess. I don’t know if you remember it, but I do. I remember the first time we met in kindergarten, I walked in and sat at a spot at a table. There was a little name card had my name on it and I was staring at it when a small girl sat down in front of me. You introduced yourself and before long we were in deep conversation. That same day at recess we played on the swings, singing songs and telling jokes. During the next couple of days we became good friends. We were interested in the same things and I was happy in your company. I don’t know what tore us apart. It hurt so much the first day. I felt like my heart had broke in two, like I had lost something that I could never get back. I hope you look back on what you have done.

                                                                                 Sincerely,

                                                                                                    Your Former Friend
    

Dear Former friend,

I want to tell you about the first day it happened. It was a sunny day and my first day of fifth grade. I went over to the swings were you were standing talking to some other kids. I walked up and started to ask you something, but you just waved me away. I felt like you had decided that I wasn't worth talking to and that you didn’t need me. I remember that when I got home I cried a river of tears. The next day it continued, the comments and laughs. I was relieved for the weekend. That sunday I chose to start a diary of letters. Now I have chose to send them to you. I hope you reply.  
                                                                            Sincerely,

                                                                                                Your Former Friend  
 

Estelle

VT

16 years old

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