Dear Justin...(Mouse's TwigWriSum story)(Updated on 6-8-10)

(All of this story is true, every single part of it. I don't want to confuse myself by changing names, so I didn't. By the way, excuse the spacing. It's properly spaced in my word document, but not on here. )

Dear Justin,
It was always a wistful thought to think we could really be friends. Who was I, the average blonde girl, to even consider that you could be different from all of those other cookie-cutter “popular” kids? I thought that maybe, behind your gorgeous baby blue eyes and shaggy, dirty blonde hair, you could really be the funny, understanding guy I thought you were. Thinking of that now, it makes me laugh bitterly. You were never different, you were just the same as all the rest of them.
I should have known you didn't care about me the first time you didn't reply to my “hello” in the hallway. I should have known you would blow me off. Was it possible that all the secrets I confided in you meant nothing? The second time you avoided me in the hallway, I had to bite my lip to stop from showing any signs of hurt, I couldn't show my true feelings, at least not while Kacey and Alexa were clinging to your side like summer ticks. I swear I saw a smug smile creep onto Kacey's perfect face when you ignored my frenzied hello.
I guess this isn't your fault, though. It has to be mine. It was naïve of me to think I could change you; make you more like me. I was the one who continued to write you notes even after you'd grown tired of our tradition. I remember the very last note I sent you. I had included my number and my email address. I thought that we could keep in touch over the summer, maybe. In the last notes I sent you, the happy little doodles and cute little smiley faces were all fake. I didn't feel happy when I wrote those last notes, I felt hollow. Because I knew that you would not write back, and I knew you would continue to ignore me.
What really pushed me over the edge though, was a couple nights ago at the pool party. I mustered up the courage to go, hoping that maybe out of some act of the good Lord someone would talk to me. Maybe if God was being generous, I would even be graced by your presence.
I wasn't one of the first people there, not by a long shot. Alexa was already there, running around in her little bikini, “covered” by a skin-tight, see through white t-shirt. I was puzzled when I didn't see you, or Kacey. I always thought that Kacey would jump at any change to run around in her bikini, acting like the stupid flirt she truly was.
For the first half-hour or so that I was in the pool, I waded around uncomfortably, going from acquaintance to acquaintance, awkwardly striking up conversation with my classmates. I felt a pang of envy at all the girls running around in their swimsuits. None of them where chubby like I was. They were mainly all in bikinis, but I was wearing a bright red tankini, with a jutting neckline that was embellished with a rectangular, golden piece of plastic.
I avoided looking over at Brennan, the jerk who had broken my heart the year prior, even though I knew he saw me. I glanced around the pool immediately regretting my decision to go to this party. I simply wasn't the party type of person. I wasn't the girl who flirted with all the boys, or laughed too loud, or wore skimpy excuses for clothes.
The world seemed to stop for a second when Kacey entered the poolside area. I inhaled deeply as all the boys' eyes landed on her, their mouths struggling to stay closed. One boy's jaw even failed, and fell wide open.
In all honesty, Kacey wasn't all that pretty. She had an odd face, with horse-like features. Her nose was improperly proportioned, like it was too big for her face. Her brown eyes always seem half-closed, anyways. I suppose you could say she had nice skin, though. It was clear, and olive toned. She could easily have her own skincare line, if she wanted to.
Not that her face mattered anyways. The boys were much too distracted by her tiny weenie bikini to even bother to look high than her neck. I saw one boy next to Brennan nudge one of his friends, raising his eyebrows and discreetly motioning to Kacey, who was basking in the glow of having all the attention.
I don't know what you see in her, Justin. But that's beside the point.
Shortly after Kacey made her grand entrance, you had to show up to. I hated the way you swam right past me, and into her skinny little noodle arms. I hated how you didn't even acknowledge me, even though I know you saw me, looking at you.
After the arrival of Her Majesty Kacey, everyone crowded around her, and I was left alone. I shot you a desperate look, and I swear I saw you look back at me, with guilt in your eyes. Maybe I was seeing things, but that guilty, helpless look you gave me reminded me of the days we spent in tech, just laughing the whole class away, barely getting a lick of work done.
I gave you one last look before self-consciously exiting the pool, scrambling over to my towel and hastily wrapping myself in the warm terrycloth. I pulled on the shorts I'd brought, grabbed my bag, and began to walk to the driveway, where my mom was waiting to pick me up and take me to the safe haven of home. I wanted to cry right then; to run away, but that would make a scene, and invisible girl dared not to draw attention to herself.
You know what I did after the party, Justin? I went home, and I took a shower, and I cried. I sat on the floor and cried like a little kid whose ice cream had spilt on the floor; hysterically, almost. I just sobbed for twenty minutes straight. I don't really know why I cried so much. After all, no one had been particularly mean to me at the party. No one had insulted me, or given me dirty looks.
I think being completely alone in a pool full of my classmates and so-called friends really pushed me. It just hurts, not ever being able to be good enough. Never being the one popular girl who all the boys wanted. Never being the pretty girl, who all the other girls wanted to be.
Sometimes, though, I wonder if I was popular, would I be happy? If I was a little less curvy, would people like me better? Would it truly make me happy, being someone I'm not?
It makes me wonder.

Still missing you,
Elizabeth

Dearest Justin,
Can I tell you a secret?
Sometimes I'll write things in my notebook, or draw things just because I want someone to ask me about why I wrote it. Sometimes I'll draw a heart with a little arrow through it, and maybe some blood, and I just want someone to ask me why I feel that way.
I leave my notebooks in various places, hoping that maybe someone will pick it up and read it. Deep down, I hope that they would read all the things I've written and be worried about me, wondering how someone so young could feel so much pain.
It's selfish of me, in some ways. Because what if someone found my notebook and was genuinely worried about me? What would happen then? And think of all the trouble I could get into if someone who didn't like me read my notebook. Oh, how the rumors would fly if the wrong person picked it up, and began to leaf through the pages.
If Kacey found it, my social life would die. I have to admit, I wrote some pretty nasty things about her in there...

Masochistically yours,
Elizabeth

Dear, dear, Justin,
Not much time has passed since my last note to you, and the more notes I write to you, the worse I begin to feel. Emptiness is the worst feeling I get, but then after the empty feeling in my heart subsides I just feel stupid. I mean, there honestly is no point in writing you these notes. I would never dare send such deep feelings to you.
Back when we passed notes, we only ever touched the surface of the ocean of my feelings. Just barely skimmed it, in fact. See, I only ever told you how I was feeling. Never why, or how feeling that way made me feel.
It's a nasty circle, I think. Feeling one way can lead to you feeling another way, and on and on...It seems that the more I am alone, the more time I can really consider how I feel. About you, about everything.

Confused in the head,
Elizabeth

To my dear friend Justin,
Today was amazing.
I'll start with the morning. Well, to start out with, I got to wear this beautiful dress to church. It's brown with light pink and light brown circles. The dress is flowy and hits me right on my knees, and when I walk it looks so elegant. I wore my kick-butt brown heels. Ya know, the ones I wore to school that one time that made me tower over you?
Well, besides looking hot (if I do say so myself) I got so many compliments at church! It was amazing. All the little old ladies who had watched me grow up in that church were gushing over how grown up I was, and how tall I'd gotten.
But wait, I'm not even to the best part. The absolute best part of today was when I got to play the offertory. The offertory is when the ushers take up the offering and someone plays an instrument. I got to play my alto sax, and I was on a cloud. Everyone clapped when I was done, and I knew my hard work had payed off.
Actually, I lied. Playing my sax was fun, but I've yet to get to the best part. The best, best, best part was on the ride home from Church.
Andy (You remember him, right? My older brother?) brought his friend Dylan home, so in the car I got to sit by him, and I was resting my head on his shoulder the whole time and it was so nice.
It's funny because now I just sound like a gushing fan-girl.
Imagine that.
Happily yours,
Elizabeth

Dear Justin,
So we got our new trampoline put up today. It's bigger than the old one, and it's incredibly bouncy. It's fifteen feet by seventeen feet, and it has green padding around the edges. My dad put up netting around it so we wouldn't go flying off. God bless him. I almost flew off twice.
However, the new trampoline is very painful. The bouncy part is still rough since we haven't broken it in yet, and I skinned my knees on it.
You should come over some time and jump on it.
Ha, I even laughed when I wrote that last part. As is you'd come over to my house. What if some kids from school saw you? You wouldn't wanna be caught dead with me...
With a throbbing knee,
Elizabeth

Dearest Justin,
I remember the first time I ever heard of you.
Your name was written in messy pen on the yellow brick of the girls bathroom in the F wing. It said your name, surrounded by hearts and explicit drawings of you, and another girl.
So my very first impression of you was that you were a total dog, who was all over the girls, and did nasty things that you shouldn't be doing at the age of twelve.
The second time I heard of you was from Miranda. Her pretty brown eyes were wide as she told me about you, and how great you were. She likes you a lot, Justin. Anyway, Miranda went on and on about how cute, and funny, and smart you were. She was head over heels for you. But that was before she knew about Kacey.
The next day she came up to me, disappointment clouding her eyes, and she told me you had a girlfriend and that that girlfriend just happened to be Kacey, the schools renowned man-eater.
And then I decided you were both a dog and a jerk, because you broke Miranda's fragile little heart.
But you know Miranda; Nothing gets her down for long. The next day she was chipper and excited, with a hint of triumph in her eyes. She had dressed especially cute that day, wearing the nice new blouse she'd gotten at Rue21 the other day, matched with chic black shorts. I could tell she'd worked hard on her hair and makeup that day, because her hair looked straighter than usual and her mascara more carefully applied.
She had dressed up just to impress you.
I felt a pang of sympathy for my best friend, knowing you liked Kacey and would only ever see Miranda as a friend.
In reality, Miranda is prettier than Kacey, not that looks should matter, anyway. Miranda is tall and slender, like a model, with modest curves. She has light brown freckles on her cheeks and nose, just like me. Her hair is chocolate brown with honey blonde streaks. She has braces, and even though she always complains about them, they're barely noticeable.
Then, at the turn of the new semester, I was switched to tech, where I finally got to meet you.
As luck may have it, Ms. Hunt sat us right next to each other.
The first time I saw you, I have to admit, I was impressed. You were as cute as Miranda had told me. With neat blonde hair just past your ears, sea blue eyes, and a few freckles, you were adorable. The funny thing though, was that you were short. It was ironic that Miranda chose you, out of all the boys at school, to like. She was one of the tallest girls, and you were one of the shortest boys.
We were silent the first five minutes after being sat down next to each other, then Ms. Hunt announced in her nasal voice, “M'kay, class, get to know your neighbors. We wont be switching seats anytime soon.”
The class burst into conversation. Everyone began exchanging names and smiles with each other, so I introduced myself to you. “I'm Elizabeth.”
You flashed a priceless smile back and replied, “Miranda has said a lot about you.” Your voice was warm, with a hint of humor.
“Oh, really?” I couldn't help but smiling back at you. You were just too charismatic.
“Yea, really.” You replied, slurring your words so it sounded like “yareally.”
I was about to say something about myself when Ms. Hunt spoke again. “M'kay, class, let's quiet down.” The room got quieter, but there was still some audible talking going on. “Quit down!” She said again, in a forceful voice, and the class grew quiet.
After that first day in tech, you and I, we became fast friends.
Remember the good days?

Reminiscently yours,
Elizabeth

Dear Justin,
I was thinking, and I don't understand. Why do you like Kacey so much? What does she have that I don't? Sure, she may have a nice little body, but having a nice body wont get you anywhere in the real world, unless you plan on being a stripper. She's not smart, she's not polite, she's not sweet, she's not funny. Wait, I take that last one back. By the way she and Alexa laugh so freaking loud in the hallway, Kacey must be a stand up comic.
Now I'm not trying to sound full of myself, but unlike Kacey, at least I am deeper than the kiddie pool at the Civic center. I mean honestly, I don't even really know her, and I can tell by the way she walks- excuse me, I mean struts- down the hallways that there is nothing more than a bunch of fluff filling up that over sized head of hers.
And besides, she's way to judgmental. I know I'm being a total hypocrite when I say that, but at least I don't have to let everyone publicly know about how much I truly dislike Kacey.
The other thing about Kacey that I can't stand at all is that she's just like the rest of them. She is just like every other popular girl out there, what with her loud laughs and too tight pants, and micro mini skirts. Does Kacey even have a personality of her own, or does she just act to please everyone but herself?
This reminds me of a note I wrote to you a long time ago. In the note, I'd asked you what you liked about Kacey besides her looks, and you couldn't tell me a single thing. Not one.
I guess that means you're just as shallow as her, then.

Thinking too much,
Elizabeth

Dear Justin,
Ya know how when you have a really good dream and you wake up and feel sad that it's never real and never will be real?
I had one of those the other night. I dreamed that Nick was my boyfriend, and that he liked me, and not Katelyn. It was a wonderful dream. In the dream, Nick held my hand and kissed me, and it was so sweet.
But then I woke up and felt sad, because I know that I could never get a boy as special as Nick, and I know that if I did get Nick, by some act of God, that I would feel guilty since Katelyn is my best friend.

Dreamily yours,
Elizabeth

Dearest Justin,
I get to go to Nashville in six days. I get to be a Missionary in six days. I get to help underprivileged kids in poverty in six days.
Man, I'm excited. It'll be my first Mission trip, and I'm nervous, but I can barely contain myself.
It will be a very inspiring experience. It's a privilege to be able to spread Jesus's word, and change the paths of so many young lives. It's truly amazing to think that by the grace of God, I can reverse these kid's lives. I'll be working with the kids that might have become prostitutes, or committed suicide without my guidance.
God is good.

Religiously yours,
Elizabeth

Dear Justin,
Someone is out to get me.
In the last few days I have gotten so many injuries on my legs and feet, I honestly think some magical force out there is trying to prevent me from going on the Mission trip.
Well, like I already told you, I scraped my left knee on the new trampoline. It hurts when I sleep because I like to sleep on my stomach, but I can't because my knee rubs against the bed and it hurts like heck.
If that wasn't enough, I was also brutally attacked by the extremely large, and I mean massive, tub of margarine that we keep in our fridge. I was lifting it out of the fridge and BOOM it falls right onto the skin above my left knee, leaving a huge purpley-red bruise.
But wait! There's more! (When you read that part, read it in a Billy Mays voice. It adds effect.) I also managed to give my ankle a minor sprain, while jumping on the trampoline.
My poor legs.

Painfully yours,
Elizabeth

Dear Justin,
I miss you more and more each day.
I don't miss the popular, cute Justin that has a “hot” girlfriend and everything he wants, I miss the funny, understanding guy from tech. I miss the way you laughed, and the way you were able to quote Spongebob perfectly. I miss giggling like little kindergartners when we passed eachother notes.
But then I remember the pool party Justin, who ignores me and leaves me all alone, not even acknowledging my obvious presence, and I don't miss you all that much anymore.
Is this how things will always be?

Feeling betrayed,
Elizabeth

Please read? D:

Mouse I love it. That was really, really good =]

Yeah, it was. I'm all welling up now. XDD

That's sadddd. D: But the writing is great, just so you know. I almost cried.

You already know I'm loving this one, Mousie, but I'll say it again anyway. ^^ I can't wait until you've posted more!

Thank you so much, guys! I can't believe I almost made some of you cry. Sorry 'bout that. ^_^'

Hey Mousie!

I like this; it's interesting, because you don't really know what the exact relationship between Justin and Elizabeth was. (I also like Liz because it's comforting to know that someone else in the world has noticed that half of our generation doesn't really wear clothes....x3)
Add more soon!

Mousie, dear, this is amazing!!!

Actually, that's so weird, because one of my TWS novels has a very similar format, except they're e-mails back and forth between two people who love eachother. o.O Great minds think alike, I suppose?

Fantasticly written though.

Akeria wrote:Mousie, dear, this is amazing!!!

Actually, that's so weird, because one of my TWS novels has a very similar format, except they're e-mails back and forth between two people who love eachother. o.O Great minds think alike, I suppose?

Fantasticly written though.

Yeah, but greater minds think like Newms.


(Had to say it xD)

Thanks Newms! You do know that I'm the narrator, right? x3

Oh, sorry if you think I'm copying you! I didn't even see your story. ^_^' This happened in real life, though. :3 Thank you, though. c:

Haha, you wish Newsmie. xD

Yeah, I figured but I felt a little wierd saying 'you' so I stuck with Liz xP

Oh psssh. You know it's true.

The funny thing is that in real life no one calls me Liz. x3 It's catching on online, though.

*eye roll* Whatever you think, Newsmiedear. XD

I guess it's just that I call all the Elizabeths I know Liz....=P Also, it's a heck of a lot less to type.

Yes, of course, whatever I think......is right.
(Awright, I'm gonna stop here 'fore I get too cocky...)

Mouse wrote:Thanks Newms! You do know that I'm the narrator, right? x3

Oh, sorry if you think I'm copying you! I didn't even see your story. ^_^' This happened in real life, though. :3 Thank you, though. c:

Haha, you wish Newsmie. xD

I don't think you're copying at allllll.
I like it a lot though.

Okay, good. :3 Because I don't want to give anyone a bad impression that I was stealing.
Thank you very much, Akeria. ^___^

Bump. c:

Oh i read this yesterdaya nd just didnt comment its really awsome i love every part of it!

Aw, this is really good. (: And people did post! You got 3 reputation points.

Wow, this is really awesome, Mouse! :3 Splendid job.

Thanks Haile! :3

Thank juu, Pug. *hugs*

*bows* Thanks Mo!

what i dont get a hug?

Sure, sure, have a hug! *hug*

WOOT WOOT WOOT!!!!!!

Bump, again. xD