Missed Letters

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves and I just stood in the background. People were pushing and shoving in the lunch line and shoveling their sandwiches down they're throats. The girls were pointing in my direction, laughing at my old jeans I was supposed to wear, because it had been the only long jeans at my house at the moment. I was back from vacation and all my friends were still in Disney Land, getting on board to some fantastic ride. All the other girls at my school had a great tan and were giggling about their vacation. I was supposed to be among them, laughing with them and telling my actual friends my story. I really needed them right now, I didnt want to be a sad old bird that had come from my own vacation without looking like I had fun. They all wrote letters, yes i remember them, telling about the great sun and the beach. While I was stuck in Japan. Cold and rainy all vacation. It wasnt supposed to be cold and all, but some huge typhoon had to ruin my days.

I wish I had read those letters; those letters that were written in fancy hotel stationary, those letters where their memories were written; tearing them away from the sun, and into they're hotel rooms just to write some letter about forgetting to put sun-block and getting sun burnt. Just for me. I felt bad and I wanted to run away and write them a letter. Fast. I slipped onto the nearest table filled with exited girls. And wrote a letter in my head. Saying how I was sorry i missed they're letters. And how i absoloutely adored my trip to Japan. And my best freinds would have to be true to each other. No matter what. We'll stick together, through letters and e-mails and even if we see each other about school. We'll stick together like remote would on a T.V if we're far off, we could still be unseperable.