· Day 1 — Your Best Friend
· Day 2 — Your Crush
· Day 3 — Your parents
· Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
· Day 5 — Your dreams
· Day 6 — A stranger
· Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
· Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
· Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
· Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
· Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
· Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
· Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
· Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
· Day 15 — The person you miss the most
· Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
· Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
· Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
· Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
· Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
· Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
· Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
· Day 23 — The last person you kissed
· Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
· Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
· Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
· Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
· Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
· Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
· Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Okay, so... here goes nothing.
Day 1 - Your Best Friend
Dear L & J,
You're both my best friends, and I couldn't decide which one to write to, so I'm writing to you both. Please excuse the random shit that this letter is bound to contain.
You guys are basically my backbone, my sisters and my role-models. Without you guys, I'd be nowhere, and that is the absolute truth. Hell, if one of you is off school for just one day I feel lost, like my right arm's been cut off and I've been asked to write with my left... Which, as you both know, I can't.
We've had our ups and downs, our tiffs and our moods, but these last few years have been amazing with you both by my side. L, I've known you since we were 4 years old, rolling around in the sand pit throwing sand at each other and calling each other insulting names such as; 'poo-head' and 'smelly'. Those were the days, haha. You haven't changed one bit, you still bully me and you're just as fiery as you were over a decade ago. We fight like sisters, and I love you like one too. You can always read my mind, and when the shit hits the fan you always give it your best and fight like hell to prove you're right. Don't ever change for anyone.
J, I didn't meet you until we went to high school, but that doesn't make you any less special to me. In you I see almost the reflection of myself; hard-working, quiet, humorous and impossibly loyal. You'd never tell anyone any secret of mine, and I know you'd back me even if you knew we wouldn't win. You're an amazing cook, and you give the best ever hugs. Don't you change for anyone, either.
I'm blaming you, L, as the reason I turned out such a rebel. Remember the time we were playing on the logs in primary school, and you shoved me off... Of course, I fell, dragging you with me. That was the day I went to hospital to get my wrist checked out because I was damn sure your bony arse had broken it, but nay, you hadn't. You can say it was accidental all you like, but we both know it's bullshit. It hurt like fuck at the time, but now it's simply hilarious, haha.
J, you're the reason why our food technology lessons are never dull. If it's practical, there's always one disaster or another, ranging from smashing an egg on the floor to almost blowing up the microwave. If it's theory, I get hug-raped, my hair gets braided ten times over (ending up even curlier than it is to start with), and you & a certain boy (who thinks he's funny teasing me; you aren't, by the way. GAME.) always end up having a rubber war which ends in me getting injured because one of you daft sods misses and I get hit by flying bits of eraser. Whenever I see food tech on my planner now, it brightens up my day. Thank you.
By the way guys, we're definitely going camping next year. J, please make sure we bring all the shit we need... I know if we leave it to L it'll get left on the doorstep. L... just don't maim or seriously injure anyone, eh? I love you guys.
Yours truly,
K x
P.s; L, the cheese is in the fridge with the undead monkey. No, I didn't let him out. You want the cheese? Face the monkey. By the way, your stash of chocolate is also inside the fridge. Payback, bitch.
P.p.s; J, next time we're on senior duty, don't let me start my HAIL HITLER act again. Please. Mr. Cox hates me enough already for running down the corridor singing; 'I WHIP MY PENIS BACK & FORTH, BACK & FORTH'.
P.p.p.s; Peace out, guys. I'll see you in the hell hole tomorrow.. ;)
xxxx
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