Dear Mom,

emma won't allow it

dear mom,

aaron and i,

talked,

after 3 whole years,

he talked me,

and,

i felt,

like,

we were the only ones,

in the room.

 

i felt,

so happy,

like i existed,

like i wasn't a ghost,

like i was actually,

real.

 

aaron,

makes me feel real.

 

as,

we were walking to class,

i saw emma,

she changed a lot.

her hair,

is longer now,

it's to her butt,

her eyes have gotten,

a brighter and deeper,

blue.

she's taller also,

and she has some things,

on her,

that aren't so small anymore.

 

mommy,

aaron saw her,

and he smiled,

while she smiled.

 

i wonder,

if emma still hates me,

for the salad incident?

 

well to answer my own question,

she does.

 

i saw her,

and waved,

and she just gave me,

this disgusted look,

before returning,

her gaze at aaron,

and smiling.

 

mommy,

i really hate,

that girl.

 

i'm hoping,

aaron doesn't ditch me.

 

love,

ann

 

messily scribbled over emma's photograph of herself