#sherlockjohn3

Are you sure? He seemed awfully confident. Then again, he still hasn't returned, so I assume he turned down the challenge. No matter.

Quite aware.

I made a deal with another Once-ler earlier. He's willing to find me a replacement body if I leave this Once-ler alone. But he hasn't returned yet.

Ahh, most people don't enjoy my company. But that doesn't stop me from occasionally visiting, now does it. As I said before, I don't mind staying in this body. It's easy-living here, as long as my host is alive.

Ehehehehe. BE PREPARED, PUNY MORTAL. I WILL WRITE YOU A FANTASTIC LETTER TELLING THE ADVENTURES OF OUR FRIENDSHIP

DEAREST BEST FRIEND (YOU),

How many years has it been now? We met in sixth grade, but did not grow close until seventh. From then, our friendship grew from the simple teasing of *insert age we were here* to that close kind of friendship where insulting each other is a sign of sisterly affection. I'm sorry that my insults are pathetic, by the way. Not very good at insults. Not my thing. Eighth grade must have been the best year of my life. Never had I ever been so close to people in so many years. Our fun in the library was the greatest part of my days. Playing card games, watching scary movies (well, you were watching them. I was hiding behind you because I couldn't dare watch), and hanging out with Laurence and T, it was so much fun. The first nickname I ever received that I have been continually called (albeit only you who calls me it) came from you. Rejected daughter. THANKS. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE ME. YOU DON'T REJECT ME. YOU ARE JUST TOO CHICKEN TO BE HONEST. EHeheehehe. And we've managed to stay in contact all through high school, the most harrowing years a teenager can face. And we managed to make it to each other's house at least once a month. Even when we live on the other side of town from each other. You have never once betrayed me, as I would never betray you. You support me in all my silly endeavors. The only fight we have ever gotten into was who was going to turn out the light (Bri and I fought over pudding. I don't know which was worse). You deal with my complaining (I don't do it as much to you as I do others, I hope you know. That shows I'm not terribly bored around you) and you've put up with my stories of school (especially since I normally talk about what went wrong). You are a positively amazing artist that I have always envied. You have more books than I, and so I consider you to be my rival in that aspect (until we move in, get a mansion, and have a library complete with both our collections). You've introduced me to so many new things, such as Sherlock, which led me to Doctor Who (I thank you for that), and further along came Supernatural. We've made crafts galore and silly looking costumes because we are uneducated in sewing crafts, although we are fantastic crocheters. There are so many things that one cannot put into words when writing to a best friend. Had I never met you, I would most likely be a lost soul, dying from a state of insanity that the world says I am in, when all I would have ever needed was someone who understood me. Someone like you. You, who has always listened (although not completely, and it's rather annoying but it is one of your quirks), who has encouraged me, who taught me many things (including a variety of things I'm sure I could have done without). I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for having been in my life. And I thank your parents for, you know, bringing you around. It's been fun. I look forward to you joining me in this northern arctic tundra next year, and hope in the years following that we will be able to become roommates as we have planned, and that we are both successful in our endeavors that we will be able to purchase our giant house (no weeping angels allowed), and create a haven for ourselves. And have fandom marathons everyday. Good fun. Great fun.

Cheers, my friend, to the longevity of our friendship and the hopes to pummel you with a snowball next year.

Sincerely yours,

Your dearest Rejected Daughter,