Jenna

Dear all~
I guess this was exceptional. Just growing up with you. Remember when we first met? All timid newcomers on the first day of high school? There was Marcie, the leader, Anna, the brain, Donna, the dumb one, and me-Jenna. I guess I was still trying to find myself.
How did we bond again? It was the day of my parents’ biggest fight. I called Donna, who called Anna who called Marcie. We spent hours on the phone, listening to the same radio station and singing along. Badly.
Then there was our first big fight. How did it happen, anyway? Marcie, Anna didn’t steal your boyfriend, and there was no need to black list her from, well, anything and everything. I remember how we made up. Over that cheesy movie, the Truman Show. God, we loved that movie.
Which brings me to this point. Guys, I love you, but, right now, I don’t see any point in carrying on. I’m just faking happy, which has gotten nauseating for all of us. I’m sick of pretending that my life is okay when it is not and we all know it.
So I love you guys, I guess that’s the point of this letter. And. Because I won’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night.

This is a vague, simplistic letter in most respects. There is no humorous dialogue or vivid portraits of nostalgia. The only reason I like this letter is because it makes me feel like I am spying on someone and seeing who they truly are. It is too short for me to say anything else. Have a great day fiction.

Dear all~

I guess this was exceptional. Just growing up with you. Remember when we first met? All timid newcomers on the first day of high school? There was Marcie, the leader, Anna, the brain, Donna, the dumb one, and me-Jenna. I guess I was still trying to find myself. I really like this first paragraph, it shows that these three girls were Jenna's best friend and I like how matter-of-fact the letter is

How did we bond again? It was the day of my parents’ biggest fight. I called Donna, who called Anna who called Marcie. We spent hours on the phone, listening to the same radio station and singing along. Badly. Honestly, this is brilliant, it deserves to be in a book. I think a lot of people (myself included) have friends like this.

Then there was our first big fight. How did it happen, anyway? Marcie, Anna didn’t steal your boyfriend, and there was no need to black list her from, well, anything and everything. I remember how we made up. Over that cheesy movie, the Truman Show. God, we loved that movie. I'm glad you let us see a little bit of the drama the four girls expierienced. It was a good touch.

Which brings me to this point. Guys, I love you, but, right now, I don’t see any point in carrying on. I’m just faking happy, which has gotten nauseating for all of us. I’m sick of pretending that my life is okay when it is not and we all know it. Great paragraph. . .

So I love you guys, I guess that’s the point of this letter. And. Because I won’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night. This makes me want to read more, it's as if this letter is a prologue in a novel.

I love, love, loved this short story! I think it was to-the-point, matter-of-fact, and relatable for all of those lucky people who get to read it. I honestly think you need to write a book.
Glad I could help,
TRH Writes