Dear A,

I was supposed to write these letters to you two years before you left. If I had written them during my first year in high school, I'm pretty sure there would be a lot by now. But being the lazy ass I am, I postponed the actual date and am writing this now. I know it's late, but I'm not sending any of it to you anyway. So yeah. I'm safe.

          So I'm gonna start from the very beginning.

It was my first year in high school and, as you already know, I was one of the new students. The 'pretty new student', that's what they all say. I remember how every one gave me that look that they give to all the newbies. It wasn't anything close to friendly. Everything made me tense.

Even you.

I only had two friends at first, not including you because you never even talked to me during the first day. The last time you spoke to me before school started was during summer class. I expected you to be the first to person to talk to me. Hell, I even waited for you to be the first to talk to me.

But it was never you.

It was a girl younger than me and her sister, who was probably a year younger than her. We first met when we were playing badminton with our parents. They were the only kids, besides me and my sister, who knew how to play the sport. And since their parents and my parents were friends, we were told to play with each other. So now I'm here in the same school as them and you. It wasn't an easy thing for me at first, but everything's going well now.

I eventually met a new friend later on, still because of my parents. Sometimes I wonder if I would ever get a friend without my parents' connections.

This girl I met is the hyper and lovable type. I mean, even when she cries or when she's mad a minute later she's laughing, smiling, and jumping around like someone who has no care about the world. Even when she's on her red days you can see rainbows and flowers blooming in the background. She's the most bipolar person I've ever met. She's weird. Well, we all are. I like it.

She was also the one who introduced me to the rest of my present friends. We have this small group and it's really amazing that a bunch of sixth graders and three seventh graders could be obnoxiously weird and crazy at random times. I became one of them when they all got their personalities mixed in my system. Could you believe that I was once the silent, little girl back then? It all seems like a joke now. I've changed a lot.

You too.

Sometimes I get this painful feeling in my chest whenever I think about the past. Oh, how I loved the old times! Those past two years... I still remember them, but not clearly everything. I wonder if you remember them, too.

But now I just wish that wherever you are and whatever you're doing with whoever you're with, I hope you don't forget about us. I hope you don't forget about me.

Or maybe you should.

-J