The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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9/30/2014

Isabela F.

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August 24, 1992

Dear Friend,

        Luckily that wasn’t my last letter. Yesterday was the first day of my sophomore year of high school. I saw some familiar faces from last year, there was Brandon the one with the glasses and Aria the girl with the frizzy hair who sits in front of me, sometimes I want to tell her that her hair is all over my desk, but I don’t want to embarrass her. I talked to my brother yesterday. He asked me how my school was going, and I found it weird since he barely asks me about school, but since I was trying to be polite I told everything was going great even if I just started, but I’m not as nervous as I was last year. He told me he had a new girlfriend. Joan. He said she was “nice and pretty”, I don’t know if I would use those exact words to describe my so called “girlfriend” but he did. I’m trying hard to participate as much as I can in school this year. I heard they were having auditions for this year’s musical Mamma Mia, I might just audition. I also met some new people. I won’t mention just in case you find them, you can’t find me, not because I think you’ll hurt me but I’m scared you won’t like the “real me”, and anyways I enjoy you knowing me as “Charlie” and me knowing you as “friend”.  There is this new drama teacher. I have him for 3rd period. I’ve heard girls whispering to each other how “strict but hot” he is; now those aren’t my words, although I wouldn’t mind having a “hot” teacher. Anything is better than having to focus Ms. Beller’s ghastly hair for a whole hour right after lunch. Right after school ended my mom picked me up and we had to drive to the hospital to do some final testing. Everything was favorable. Later, at night my mom and me ate in silence with the T.V as background noise, until my mom decided it would be fun to watch  re-runs of some T.V show that I apparently “enjoyed” watching when I was little. My mother seemed entertained. I was not. I went upstairs ignoring my mom calling for me to go back down because “this is the good part”. I decided to go upstairs and turn on the light of the room because one time, one man said “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”