To our class president:
You are really not as great as you think you are. Yes, you're smart, no one is denying that, but do you have to act all holier than thou? Why didn't any of Laura rub off on you last year? She knew how to talk to a crowd. You could have learned something from her. Whenever you talk to people you sound so condescending. Just because we don't get all 90s and live in a big house and have great parents doesn't mean we deserve to be talked to like that! Smarten up! I hate that I can't actually say this to you, but you're untouchable. I hate it!
To my dad:
Nice of you to tell me that this job is temporary. I knew something was off, it took you a year to find a job last time, it didn't make sense that it happened so fast now, but you could have at least been honest with me. Instead I had to hear it from mom. Do you know what that felt like? And now I'm angry because you were walking around shouting it at her, the fact that you're working, ever since you found out, but it's not what it appeared to be. And I was just starting to get the hope back, thinking that we might get some of our little luxuries back, like the morning paper, so I can find out what the hell's going on in the stupid world and not feel lost in conversations, but no. You had to go and ruin it.