Letters to Jane

Kate Hare was an ordinary 13 year old girl. She had everything she ever wanted, though it's not much. She had a best friend, a BFF. They did everything together, until one day, she and her family moved to England. From that point on, Kate was miserable. She decided to write letters to her. But there's something that Kate doesn't know, something that will destroy her if she knew...

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2. The Day After

I woke up at 7:32. I told my mom that I'm not feeling well, and asked her for permission to stay at home. She didn't give me permission. She doesn't understand me, and my problems.

How am I supposed to survive a day without Jane? It seems impossible.

So I went to school.

The day went the way I expected it to go.

Kids laughed at me and called me ugly. They didn't even seem to notice that Jane was gone. Maybe they did, but they didn't care.

At lunch I sat alone in our table. I was miserable, and lonely. I was never so lonely in my whole life.

I tried not to think of her, but of course, I couldn't. I suddenly remembered the first day we met. It happened exactly at this time, but not in the same place and same year, when I was in first grade.

I sat at a table, which used to be the table I sat in everyday, alone. Suddenly, a few girls and boys were walking toward me.

"Hey everyone, here is Ugly!" One of the girls called out to everyone. I remember her name was Bethany, she was the leader of the group at that time. She died from cancer two years later.

They all laughed.

At that day, I remembers that I combed my hair a bit more than usually, to try to look not so ugly.

"But she's not so ugly today!" Said a boy called Brian. He moved to San Francisco at the end of the year.

"So let's make her be ugly again!" Said a boy called Nate. Unfortunately, he is now learning in the same middle school that I do.

Than, he took the lunch tray and stuffed it at my face.

I remember that the whole cafeteria was laughing. I couldn't exactly see, probably because of the spaghetti and meatballs that covered my face.

I tried to run to the bathroom, but I could barely see. Not just because of the food, but also because of the tears in my eyes.

When I finally reached the bathroom (after many kids laughing at me on the way), I went to the sink and washed my face. I let the tears roll down my cheeks, and I ran to one of the toilets, and locked the door.

After a few minutes, I heard someone coming.

"Go away!" I wailed.

"I just want to help you", the girl said. I noticed that she had a British accent.

"Go away!" I repeated.

"Please. Give me a chance. Unlock the door".

So I did.

"What do you want" I croaked.

"I want to help you. My name is Jane Dove. I'm knew here. I came here from the UK in the summer". She held out her hand.

I stared at it for a long time, but I decided to take it. My hand was wet, both from water and tears. The girl didn't seem to mind.

Seven years passed, and I still don't regret that I shook her hand.

When I got home, I ran to the telephone and called my mom.

"Hello sweetie, how was your day?" She asked.

"Awful. Terrible. Horrifying." I answered.

"Horrifying? Sweetie, you have to find yourself new friends!"

"Mom I can't. If dad died, will you go and find yourself a new husband?"

"Yes, because that's what he would want me to do. Jane is the same. She would want you to find some new friend too".

"But I don't want new friends! I want Jane!"

"So what do you suggest, that we move to England?"

"Yes!"

"Look honey. I miss Eliza Dove so much, but I won't move to England just ba cause she did. Besides, they were meant to be there".

"Jane and I were meant to be best friends! We can't keep touch just by writing letters to each other!"

"I know. That's why you need to find yourself some new friends."

"But I don't want new friends!"

"Than I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't help you".

The line went dead.

I lay in my bed, crying and of course, thinking about Jane.

I fell asleep, since I woke up a few hours later. I looked at the clock near my bed. It read 12:24.

I went to take a bath, brush my teeth and put my pajama on.

I turned on the CD player, and I listened to classical music. I looked at a picture of Jane and I when we were in forth grade. On the picture were written the words: BFF in the past, present and future. For forever

I wish so much that it would've been like that.

Suddenly, I noticed something under the picture. It was an envelope. I took it and opened the envelope. Inside was some sort of letter. I looked on the envelope for the address, and then I knew who sent it.

It was from Jane.

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