Letters to Frank
This story will be a Perks of Being a Wallflower fan fiction of sorts. It will not have the same characters, scenarios, etc., but there will obviously be a lot of similarities. For example, this fan fiction will be in letter format also.
I believe that if you haven't read Perks, it won't make this too difficult to read. I'll try my best to live up to this statement.
August 24, 2006
I want to start this letter off by apologizing for using your nickname. I heard that you hate it because it reminds you of your ex, but nicknames are something that friends use as terms for one another, and I'd like to think of you as a friend. Please don't let me addressing you as Frank turn you away from reading my letters.
I hope you aren't too creeped out by the fact that I, a random teenager whom you have never met, am sending you highly personal letters about my life. Please don't be too scared, because I can assure you that I won't go out searching for you or stalk you. I know who you are because a friend told me about your good deeds and your skill in helping people and suggested that you'd be a decent person to help me. All I ask is that you don't come looking for me. I really wouldn't like that.
Anyways, I start my sophomore year of high school tomorrow. I am really nervous for it. My freshman year was not too fun, and I didn't have many friends. I used to have one, but it hurts too much to talk about her. I don't know where I'm going to sit at lunch or who wouldn't be embarrassed to talk to me. I know they don't seem like too big of a deal, but in high school, they are serious issues.
In ninth grade, I sat with friend that I prefer not to talk about, but I guess I will for the sake of sharing a memory. I've heard that memories are a good way to bond with people. But anyways, when I sat with her at lunch, we always talked about this one teacher we both had who had a very thick German accent and a tiny mustache. We called him the new Hitler. She purposely impersonated him when I was drinking my milk because she wanted me to laugh so hard so that the milk would come out of my nose, and it usually did. I never realized how fake her laughter was until recently, and I really wish I would have. Maybe if I did, she'd still be here.
My first period is drama. In the movies I've seen, the drama kids are always the most fun to be around and usually don't judge people too hard based on past experiences or odd quirks. They're always the ones with amazing senses of humor, interesting clothing styles, good taste in music, and have fun parties. When I say fun parties, I don't mean the kind where the whole school comes and the party-thrower's house gets trashed, because that's not really my scene. I mean the kind where inside jokes are made and you invent cool games and that kind of stuff. I know that in movies that involve high school, you usually can't apply what happens to real life that much, but I hope the drama kids are an exception. I hope I manage to befriend that group.
I think I better go now, because my mom has called my name three times now for dinner. I know she gets irritated when she has to ask for things more than once, and I'd hate for her to be angry after going out of her way to cook a nice family dinner.