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Letters to Anne

July 16, 2011
By paige14 GOLD, Portsmouth, Ohio
paige14 GOLD, Portsmouth, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Say what you need to say--John Mayer


1 week after
Dear Anne,
I don’t know who else to talk to. I confided everything in you—every homework assignment I forgot to do, every little crush I had, every white lie I ever told our parents. You knew it all. We told each other everything. We were as close to one person and two could ever be. We knew each others’ secrets, all of them. We were always there to help each other. In 7th grade I pretended to be you at your 4-H meeting so you could go to the movies with Johnny Travatino. Since we’re identical, it actually worked. When Mark Lakanski dumped me halfway through freshman year, you knew something was wrong before I even told you. You had a carton of Double Chocolate Hot Fudge Brownie Chunk Ice Cream and two spoons waiting when I got home. But now what am I supposed to do? You’re gone. When I wake up during the night our—my room is too quiet. I can’t hear you breathing, or snoring, in your bed any more. You know how they say twins are just one soul in two bodies? Wait, that might be about true love…Whatever, let’s say it’s about twins. But I really do think it’s true, the twins part. It feels like someone took my soul and ripped it in two, and half of it died with you. Oh, I hate that word. “Died.” It sounds so…cold and detached, like you were never really a person at all. But you were a person, a living, breathing, crazy, awesome, insane, perfect person. I can still remember the feeling of your hand under mine when we both grabbed for those car keys. If only I had reached out half a second earlier. We would have taken the highway instead of that goat-trail of a road you insisted on. We never would have been stopped at that pointless stop sign. (It was for a dirt road that clearly hadn’t been used in years.) That truck never would have rammed into us from behind. Our car never would have tumbled off the road and into a ravine. A rock would have never broken your window and hit your head. You would not be dead right now, buried in your unworn prom dress. And I wouldn’t be sitting here staring at your forever empty bed.
I need you,


Elle




18 months after
Dear Anne,
18 months. Can you believe it? It’s been a year and a half, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Every time I look in a mirror, my heart skips a beat. I think it’s you. You’d wonder why I haven’t realized it’s just me by now. I know it’s not you, but I can’t help but hope. Hope that you’re not gone. Hope that you never were. Hope that I’ll open the door one day and see you getting ready for a volleyball game or basketball game or whatever kind of –ball game you have that day. I know I won’t see you, but can you blame me for hoping? Earlier today I thought I saw you, wearing an ill-fitting black robe and a matching square hat. But, alas, it was just me. Same ol’ boring me. A hundred people soon lined up in the hallway we had walked for years. You should have been standing there next to me. We always dreamed of the day we’d walk across the gym for the last time and finally escape the Bridesdale Prison (aka Bridesdale Local Schools). The ceremony was just like we predicted all those years ago: everyone hated and looked ugly in the itchy gowns but no one complained; Tommy Valesco gave the most boring valedictorian speech in the history of the universe; Jessie Simmons gave a speech that was actually slightly touching; Abbi Lee tripped in her 7-inch heels and gave everyone a clear view of her thong, and so on and so forth. No surprises there. But there was thing I wasn’t ready for: a speech about you. Mr. Bolkin, the principal whose office you never entered, told us all about you. He mentioned your sports, your grades, your friends. It was all true, but how would he know? He never said a word to you. How can he claim to know anything about you? He was right about one thing though. You were, and still are, missed by everyone who knew you. Unfortunately, this doesn’t include Mr. Bolkin. After he finally finished his speech (I’m thinking Miss Alice, the secretary, wrote it) we threw our hats, took pictures, and did all those other high school graduation stereotypes. Afterwards, Mom and Dad took me to Antonio’s. You loved their White Truffle Risotto. We’d eaten there for every birthday since I can remember, but this was the first time since, well…you know. I couldn’t go last year without you, it just didn’t feel right. But they convinced me tonight. It was kind of nice, actually. It felt like you were there with us. The whole family was back together again, sorta. Not for long though. I’m going off to California in the fall. Goodbye Bridesdale, hello Stanford. I still wish you could come with me. By all logic and reasoning, you should be able to. But this is the real world, logic and reasoning don’t apply. I hope you’re having fun up there.
I miss you,


Elle




10 years after
Dear Anne,

Remember when we planned our entire futures out together? Well, I didn’t exactly follow the plan. I went to school in California like we decided, but honestly, the whole vet career wasn’t going to work. I took the undergrad courses my freshman year, but my stomach just wasn’t strong enough. I dropped all the pre-vet classes and went undetermined for the rest of the year. That summer I went on vacation to Florida and saw the space shuttle take off. That very day I signed up for my new major: aerospace engineering. I loved it. My classes, my professors, my fellow students, everything. Speaking of love, he was in my classes too. Sean Monroe. He’s nothing like the motorcycle-riding boys we imagined meeting while backpacking across Europe, but he’s amazing. He’s smart and sweet and a bit shy (and yes, very good-looking). He’s exactly what I was looking for, even though I never realized I was looking. We didn’t get married in a huge church with stained glass windows like you and I imagined. We stood barefoot on the beach at sunset. It was wonderful. We spent a week in Italy (not Hawaii) wandering around taking in the sights and eating the food. We had both graduated a few years earlier and, as we do now, worked together at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab. k43qw=]=[4W9p80#$^ Sorry about that. Emily’s just playing with the keyboard. I was just about to tell you about Emily, my perfect little girl. She’s only 14 months old but she has already figured out how to use her big brown eyes to get whatever she wants. My life, here with Sean and Emily, is nothing like the one you and I imagined all those years ago. It’s even better than anything I could have dreamed of. I wish you could be here though. But I know that we have a guardian angel watching over us.
I love you,


Elle


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on Nov. 15 2012 at 10:15 pm
kaleejoy BRONZE, Franklin Furnace, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
If you don&#039;t like to read, you haven&#039;t found the right book. -J.K. Rowling<br /> <br /> Mary stood there in the doorway for a while, looking out at the dripping world as if she found it beautiful. -Dorothy M. Johnson

You are extremely talented. This piece of writing is so touching. I loved it! It was absolutely fantastic.

on Jan. 12 2012 at 3:43 am
Pen2Paper BRONZE, Eatons Hill, Other
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This was said by Abraham Lincoln: It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.

I really don't think words can describe how amazing this story is, its sad, but didn't really dwell on those details too much. Definatley 5 stars!!!

on Oct. 9 2011 at 5:47 pm
Love.Hate.Passion., Spring Valley, Illinois
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~Hope. Faith. Love~<br /> ~Be proud of who you are.You are all unique in a different way.~<br /> ~I WILL NOT fade into oblivion , and become less than<br /> a distant memory.~

My , my. You have got talent!

I absolutely loved this short story. It had emotion incorporated very nicely and you grammatical errors were miniscule. I really enjoyed reading this piece. I look forward to more work from you!

5*'s


on Oct. 2 2011 at 12:59 am
Garnet77 PLATINUM, Sinagpore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Everything&#039;s a triangle.&quot; ~ My mother<br /> <br /> &quot;Write what you love, write what you care about, because sometimes, it&#039;s the easiest way to be heard.&quot;

The emotion in this was so real! You told an amazing story in such a great way. I absolutely love this.

Mary_S. said...
on Aug. 21 2011 at 12:13 am
Mary_S., Grand Blanc, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Welcome to the New World, where you&#039;d better watch your neck.&quot;

 Wow. I hate sad stories, but as far as sad stories go, this is amazing. Keep up the good work!

Faerie said...
on Aug. 20 2011 at 10:59 am
Faerie, Lala, Illinois
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Honestly, this was a beautifully written piece of work. I greatly enjoyed reading this. :) There were a few grammatical errors, but nothing too major.

Nice job!


on Aug. 17 2011 at 6:22 pm
CobaltMayhem BRONZE, Richland, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tinny trumpets, we shall meet the Enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.&rdquo;<br /> --Walt Kelly

Dang, this is pretty good. Short and simple, but it worked. A couple minor grammatical errors, but I liked the style mostly.

on Aug. 2 2011 at 1:18 am
white_chocolate97 BRONZE, Singapore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you&#039;ll land among the stars.

I think the idea you had was really cool. It was so touching!! I really liked it:)

firenrain GOLD said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 9:38 am
firenrain GOLD, Belle Mead, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;A room without books is like a body without a soul.&quot;<br /> <br /> - Cicero<br /> <br /> Roman author, orator, &amp; politician (106 BC - 43 BC)

the letters really sounded authentic. it was cool watching elle grow up and the see the effect anne's death had on her life over the years. nice idea! the only thing that bothered me was the chunks of writing. Maybe next time you can break up that one large paragraph into two, so it's easier to read. otherwise, nice job :)

on Jul. 21 2011 at 4:49 am
Healing_Angel SILVER, Sydney, Other
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Live for today, not for tomorrow

Good work!

on Jul. 20 2011 at 9:10 pm
CarrieAnn13 GOLD, Goodsoil, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.&quot; --Douglas Adams<br /> <br /> &quot;The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.&quot; --Marcus Aurelius

Aw, this was touching.  I loved it!