To my favourite teacher:
Can you PLEASE tell the rest of the class about your pregnancy now? I don't know how much longer I can keep my mouth shut, especially when Jessica won't stop trash talking you when you're away so much. It's a good thing, everybody will be happy for you. And me, well, I'll be relieved.
To my least favourite teacher:
You know, you think this is all my fault, but you deserve some blame here too. You have NO IDEA how intimidating you are, THAT'S why it's hard for me to speak up in class. And you constantly displaying who your favourites are (PLEASE make Sasha stay at her own desk. She's going to be sitting in your lap soon) and insulting everyone else behind their backs isn't helping. Have you even READ an ethical guideline?!
To Winter: Go away. I hate you. I do not have time to fall and get hurt right now. It's like a Catch 22: I don't WANT you to make me slip, but the longer I go on WITHOUT it happening the more apprehensive I get that it's going to happen and it's going to be bad.
To my best friend:
Just because I don't like all of the same things you do DOES NOT mean you should treat me like an alien for it. And what was that, grabbing onto Lee like she was a life raft? I've known her for longer than you have. I know she's her own person. You basically just acted for the two of you.
To Lee:
I am getting SO SICK of asking you for that stupid song list! Christmas is coming and this was what YOU wanted me to get you, but you're making it impossible. Stop fooling around.
To Dad:
Okay, you're finally working, that's great. But I'm not holding my breath this time either. And it doesn't even feel like you got a job because you get home SO EARLY. The afternoons were my only peaceful time. I got to recover from school and just focus on me. But I hardly get an hour before you're here! It's creeping me out!