A Dollar A Letter
In high school, it was no secret that I was in love with writing. As I had mentioned before, I had mostly guy friends because I could relate more with them then I could with girls. So, the guys would always come to me whenever they were having “Girl problems”. They’d explain their situations and ask for advice, but most of all, they would ask me to write an apology letter or a poem or something to express how they SHOULD feel. I didn’t mind and I wanted to help them out. I would have them tell me the who, what, why, where, when, so I could get an understanding of the whole situation to be able to word it just write. Now, I wouldn’t write just anything. I would put my self in that situation as the guy and think of what he should say, and then I would think of what I would want to hear from said guy as a girl. Does that make any sense? Since I could relate to the guys and had some of the emotions of a girl, I had all the right words to say, but I would make sure that the letters were never too girly because then, the girlfriend might get suspicious. So, during class, I would write these letters and then the guys would meet me at my locker to pick them up. They worked every time. The guys would come up to me afterward and give me high fives or a big hug because they thought I was like some kind of girlfriend expert. Haha. I would just say, “You’re welcome, now stop screwing up because I’m not going to keep cleaning up your messes”. They would stop for a bit, then, they’d be begging me for another letter. I never turned down an opportunity to write, especially if I knew it was for a good cause. These girls never had a clue that I was the one behind all the words. I swear, if I would have charged these guys a dollar a letter, I would have had lunch money for the entire school year. Hahaha.