The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
September 7th, 2001
September 7th, 2001
Dear friend,
I do not like high school. The cafeteria is called the nutrition center and I find that odd. My old friend Lisa is now in my advanced english class. She used to be very fun to be around. Lisa always told the best jokes and smiled a lot, especially around my brother. Her own brother made her mix tapes of very good music and she would often share them with us.
Over the summer however, she got taller and grew breasts. Now she acts dumb in the hallways. Especially around boys. She still smiles but it never reaches her eyes. She used to have braces but they were taken off during the summer. She doesn’t like people knowing that she is in advanced english. She also doesn’t like saying hi to me in the hallways anymore.
Tom once told her she was the prettiest girl he knew, braces and all. I thought that was a really nice thing to say. Then he asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes. This upset my parents because he was a junior and she was an eighth grader. They were best friends. They would let me watch movies and listen to music with them. Kind of like what me and my dad used to do. Excuse me, “My dad and I used to do”. Not my step dad though, not Thomas. My biological dad, Peter Gaskarth.
I keep quiet most of the time. No one seemed to notice me, except a boy named Alex. We have the same name! His last name is Grieco. He said really immature things like how he was going to give me a swirlie and that I was a loser. Lisa laughed at that. He looked as unhappy as she did, and I told him so. Then he started hitting me. Then I just did the things my brother told me to do. My brother was a very good fighter. “Go for the knees, eyes, and throat.” He would tell me. So I did.
I really hurt Alex. And then I started crying. My mom had to come pick me up. She missed General Hospital to come and get me. I didn’t get introuble though, because someone told the Principal the truth about the fight, that I was just defending myself and that Alex had started it.
Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker or ‘participate’, and I'm the one who beat up Alex and couldn't stop crying after I did it. I guess I'm pretty emotional. It has been very lonely because my brother is gone. I really don’t know what to do. My mother wants me to keep working hard to get a scholarship, because she used the money she was going to send Tom off to college for his funeral. That makes me really sad. Not because there is no money for me, but because Tom is really gone.
I am just going to keep working hard. I still don’t have any friends. I'm sad about that.
Love always,
Alex
Dear friend,
I do not like high school. The cafeteria is called the nutrition center and I find that odd. My old friend Lisa is now in my advanced english class. She used to be very fun to be around. Lisa always told the best jokes and smiled a lot, especially around my brother. Her own brother made her mix tapes of very good music and she would often share them with us.
Over the summer however, she got taller and grew breasts. Now she acts dumb in the hallways. Especially around boys. She still smiles but it never reaches her eyes. She used to have braces but they were taken off during the summer. She doesn’t like people knowing that she is in advanced english. She also doesn’t like saying hi to me in the hallways anymore.
Tom once told her she was the prettiest girl he knew, braces and all. I thought that was a really nice thing to say. Then he asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes. This upset my parents because he was a junior and she was an eighth grader. They were best friends. They would let me watch movies and listen to music with them. Kind of like what me and my dad used to do. Excuse me, “My dad and I used to do”. Not my step dad though, not Thomas. My biological dad, Peter Gaskarth.
I keep quiet most of the time. No one seemed to notice me, except a boy named Alex. We have the same name! His last name is Grieco. He said really immature things like how he was going to give me a swirlie and that I was a loser. Lisa laughed at that. He looked as unhappy as she did, and I told him so. Then he started hitting me. Then I just did the things my brother told me to do. My brother was a very good fighter. “Go for the knees, eyes, and throat.” He would tell me. So I did.
I really hurt Alex. And then I started crying. My mom had to come pick me up. She missed General Hospital to come and get me. I didn’t get introuble though, because someone told the Principal the truth about the fight, that I was just defending myself and that Alex had started it.
Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker or ‘participate’, and I'm the one who beat up Alex and couldn't stop crying after I did it. I guess I'm pretty emotional. It has been very lonely because my brother is gone. I really don’t know what to do. My mother wants me to keep working hard to get a scholarship, because she used the money she was going to send Tom off to college for his funeral. That makes me really sad. Not because there is no money for me, but because Tom is really gone.
I am just going to keep working hard. I still don’t have any friends. I'm sad about that.
Love always,
Alex
update soon. c;
12/3/13