Since I already had out my paper and pen, I figured I might as well keep going.
Maybe I could improve my “average score” in the “Girls” category. If Katie Kim was going to be a guaranteed 0, could Jeanne Galletta change my score?
Jeanne was nicer to me than anyone else when I went to Hills Village Middle School, and I was still thinking about her all the time. She wasn’t my tutor anymore, and she wasn’t my friend, exactly, but she also wasn’t not my friend. She’d even written me a couple of e-mails when I moved to the city and told me to “keep in touch,” whatever that meant. So I wrote her a letter.
Actually, scratch that. I wrote her about six letters. But that just turned into about six different ways to sound stupid. Or babyish. Or desperate. Or all of the above. Which is why they ended up in the garbage and not in the mail.
Here—see for yourself.
