[Day 175] Lotsa work

Dear Annabelle,

We haven’t talked in a while, but seeing you online on Facebook last night got me thinking about our friendship.

I remember when our third grade teacher announced that we would be getting a new student named Annabelle. Annabelle. Such a glamorous name. I remember thinking that you must be the most beautiful girl in the world. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed when you came to school your first day.

Ratty, dishwasher blonde hair and barely any padding underneath your skin and on top of your bones was not what I expected. But I was a lenient kid, and we became friends.

Although your initial appearance wasn’t particularly glamorous, the rest of your life was, and that’s probably why you were the way you were. Living in that giant house having tea parties- with real china, tea, and finger sandwiches- couldn’t have made you ‘normal’.

But that’s not an excuse to be erratically selfish. You never cared about other people, only how they could service your needs, or how much attention they gave you. And I was at the forefront, wasn’t I? You fascinated me, but that wasn’t a reason to exploit me.

I’m sorry your life has left you spoiled and privileged, and that in turn has made you reckless, but don’t take it out on me.

Bri