Nine

Nine

A Chapter by AnaMia

Reina,
Ok, I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world. I'm sorry I went off on you like I did, but I was just upset. I'm so so so so sooooo sorry.
I already told you what his name is. It's Jordan. He gave me a book in private. He called it "Ephemeris Diaboli". Isn't it beautiful? It's like a song. I love the name. I don't know what it means, so could you find out for me please? But it really does sound so beautiful. I love it.
So is there a waiting list for your friends? Is everyone coming up to you wanting to be your friends? Anyone gossiping about me yet? I know I've been gone a while, but I'll be gone a lot longer than just that, darling. I remember the first time I met you, you were very exclusive and didn't like me very much, but then you started to hang out with me just because you found out that I was pretty rich because my father works in the government.
When I get back I hope that they'll let me run track. I'm such a good long distance runner that I don't know what I'll do without track. Track is my LIFE! I love it so much that I don't know what to do without it. But then again, it'll be way after the school year when I come back. Ask them that if I were to come back tomorrow if I would be able to run track. I know it's already been a month into track, but I don't know what else to do. I can't do anything else because I'm not good at anything else except for running. I want to go back to running the two mile.
Hmmm...I can't stop thinking about Jordan. I don't know what it is about him, but he's so attractive or something. I don't know what's wrong with me. Do you? I don't know what to do without him. He's just so beautiful. I talked to him again today. He was like: hey, what's your name? I was like: Beth. I was SO nervous about meeting him because he seems so amazing, but I don't know anything about him. The techs are wondering about me and asking me why I'm talking to myself. I tell them that I'm not - I'm talking to Jordan.
"Who's Jordan?" the ask me.
"Him," I say pointing to him. They always give me weird looks, but I don't know why they can't see them. Can anyone else see ghosts? I don't know what to do. I need you honey! You really are my best friend and I wish that you were with me or that I was with me. Whatever.
We're in the classroom now and we have to go so I have to leave this letter as is. I love you. You're my best friend, never forget that.

Love,
Beth xxxx


© 2010 AnaMia


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Added on August 2, 2010
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