From: ClaireBearR16@gmail.com
Sent: Saturday, March 13, 2:33pm
To: LottieM17@gmail.com
Subject: Come home!
Alright, Charlotte May. If I don't hear from you soon, I'm
going all CSI on you and putting out an APB. I need my best
friend back--live and in person.
Since you left for your uber-fancy trip (um, can I steal
your parents?), I've been at the barn with Maverick or at
Bennett's. That's it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my
horse and Bennett is my boy--but chilling with a guy you
used to steal toys from in the paddle pool isn't exactly a
thrill. Will P. has been around too, so that's at least
helped mix things up a bit. Though most of our
conversations revolve around the relative merits of Star
Wars vs. Star Trek. I swear, L, if I have another argument
over whether Captain Kirk could take Luke, I might go mad.
Or start speaking Klingon. It's a fine line. You see why I
need you back?
One mini-disaster to report: I cut my hair. And got
highlights. I blame YOU for the mop on my head. If you had
been here you would have told me this was not a good idea.
All I wanted was auburn highlights--like in that picture of
Scarlett J. you showed me--and just a few layers. I now
have fire-engine red streaks and Iโm pretty sure a bowl
cut. Seriously Lottie, itโs worse than the time you cut my
bangs while we waited in line for school pics and told me
that uneven was the new even. I still donโt think my mother
has forgiven you for that.
All this alone time has got me thinking, we only have one
more semester left of junior year. Isnโt that wild? Then
weโll be seniors and then weโll leave South Carolina, go to
college, and then...what? Youโll join a sorority and have
an insanely hot boyfriend and Iโll probably end up living
in the library, alone. Guess not much different from now.
But the point is, time is flying by. We need to make the
most of this semester. Maybe Iโll finally let you try to
set me up with the king of seniors, Mr. โIโve got Zac Efron
hairโ Jack Dyson Whitcomb. I mean, whatโs the worst that
could happen? Heโll ignore me like he has for the past
decade?
See what happens when you go away? I go stir-crazy. I
ramble in emails and contemplate foolish pursuits. You NEED
to get back here ASAP to distract me with tales of Italian
boys, pasta, fine art, and vineyards. Only two more days
and counting. Canโt wait. Call me as soon as you land. Or
tweet or whatever.
xoxo
Claire
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