#firstletter

Évek óta nem beszélünk mégis az életem része vagy. Sok mindent köszönhetek neked. Például a bizalmatlanságom az emberek felé, azt hogy ami velem történik az sosem lesz olyan hír értékű mint ami veled. A fiúk természetesen mind téged akarnak illetve a ruháim nekem nem álltak olyan jól mint neked.

Imádtam a barátságunkat de tényleg. Ha valaki kérdezett, hogy van-e legjobb barátnőm büszkén mondtam : igen . Mondjuk neked az volt a lényeg hogy ne a legjobb barátnőm legyél hanem az egyetlen. Amikor nem veled vagyok akkor érezzem magam olyan egyedül amennyire csak lehet.

I should warn you, that I will be writing to you frequently, I hope you don't mind. I really do think you are a wonderful person, and I really do hope you don't mind because of this. My month has been different, and honestly, a lot of things have happened to me. I went to this party, and I ate these brownies, I don't really know what was wrong with them but they made me feel really different, I could hear my internal monologue really loudly and clearly. And, then I got really hungry too out of nowhere. And I guess they kind of tasted weird too. Bob said that they were "weed" brownies, and I have to say, I was pretty awkward nearly the whole time, I think that's why I ate the brownies. I don't like to stand out to people, honestly. I like to be alone, as weird as that sounds, and as bizarre as that is to some people. But, sorry, sorry. I am getting off-topic. A couple days after this, I remember hearing my sister and her boyfriend, who everyone at our school calls "ponytail dave" or something like that, I kinda like the name, but anyways, I remember them yelling about something. Then, I walked over to see what was going on, and he raised his hand in the air and smacked her across the face. I had never been so shocked in my life, but I remember the look of my sister's face. She gave me the kind of look that sticks with you for a couple of days. She immediately pulled me out of the room, and told me not to tell anyone, and well, I agreed. My parents can be scary at times, and well my sister did say it's okay and that she was "fine", and that I shouldn't tell anyone anyways. So why should I break that trust or risk getting in trouble? Well, I guess I should stop writing now. Goodbye, Friend. I will speak to you again soon.

When Charlie witnesses his sister being hit in the face by her boyfriend, he describes how it happened and writes, “It was so weird. My sister goes crazy if you eat the wrong kind of tuna, but here was this guy hitting her, and she didn’t say anything… And not to tell mom or dad what happened … And my sister looked at me to make sure I wouldn’t say anything. And that was that” (Chbosky 13)

While Charlie is talking about himself and things about himself, he says, “you might figure out who I am, and I really don’t want you to do that” (Chbosky 9).