April 11th, 2011
dear Arix,
i was sitting in a chair beside your hospital bed earlier today, drinking my third cup of coffee, when you woke up.
you: "P-Paige?" you coughed violently. i didn't move.
me: "hi. you're probably going to call me names and everything for being here. sorry. i'll leave."
you: "no! no, don't go. Paige, my friend. what happened?"
i thought you were crazy, so i indulged you.
me: "you were in a car crash. hit by a drunk driver; you were texting while driving. you don't even have your learners. how did you get a car?"
you: "i burrowed my dad's."
me: "you mean stole." you ignored that.
you: "where's Neikea and mum and dad?"
me: "they're getting something to eat. they've been here twenty-four seven."
you: "thank you for being here, my friend."
friend? what the hell? well apparently, as the doctor said, you have temporary memory loss and so you think we're still best friends.
great.
-Paige
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Letters To Arix
Teen Fiction© All rights reserved to Hannah Woycik, 2013 - 2014. Paige Spencer is a fifteen-year-old girl trying to find her way in the world without her best friend Arix Williams. These letters are for the purpose to help her cope.
