Dear Jane,
they're already talking about prom, and its eating me up inside.
i remember when i heard you never got asked to junior prom. i wanted to ask you jane, i did. but i couldn't, i was too afraid. i wish i hadn't been so foolish.
how is it, where you are now?
i wanted dearly to see you graduate, to listen to what you would say as valedictorian. i imagine it would mention your love for portland high. no one loved this run down school though jane. i think you knew that. you would convince them otherwise with you uplifting attitude you carried yourself with. you would convince them that they loved this hell hole in that brief speech, even for a moment.
your smile was unmistakeably contagious.
the rumor was that you did drugs to always stay as happy as you were, but i knew the truth, i still do. since we were five-years-old, you smiled like that. i remember it clearly. even then when you were missing one of your front teeth, it was infectious. i miss that smile.
why did you have to leave jane?
-P
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Dear Jane
Teen Fiction- this is everything i didn't say. {{lower cases intended}} -completed
