I realize now that you know who I am. I mean, after all, how many Maddies do you know?
I consider the options I have. We can talk like normal, civilized people. But I think we both know that we are neither of those things. More like crazy, disturbed people.
Don't you think love is complicated? I mean, you love that guy who doesn't love you back. What do you do then? Cry? Stay silent for the rest of your life?
I always think about the future. Who I will marry, who I will have the first kiss with. Don't you? I know, I'm still that girl who avoids the teacher's gaze, who never raises her hand, and always rushes by the laughing people who just told a funny joke. Right now, I still worry about the girls who always make fun of my clothes, or the janitor who is my best friend. Yeah, I'm a loner.
You probably still don't know me, of course. But as I continue writing to you, I realize the other ways of communications. Email, text, but certainly not mail. That is considered illegal here at our school. Of course, my whole life seems illegal to those who don't know me.
I wish that wishing star would appear in the sky one day. That way, those bullies would stop staring at me, making me feel violated and insecure. If only.
But maybe you are my wishing star.
Love from,
Maddy
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