The following fictional story is in the form of a letter. Names and other similarities to real individuals are only coincidental.
My Two Best Friends
I have to tell someone before they catch up to me. You’re the only person honest enough to hear me out.
Okay, so maybe I should start at the beginning. I mean, my friends weren’t always that way, and it never made much sense what they did (outside of flirting with boys and flunking History). Sure we had our differences, but we also had similarities, like Aaron Parker’s dimple down to our bikini size.
My mother always wondered why I was friends with them. It didn’t cross my mind that they were only interested in themselves and no one else. It didn’t even occur to me until after High School that they somehow were not interested in reaching the top the way most people make money.
They used to paint red the lockers of girls who crossed them. They said it was like Passover, but instead of killing every firstborn child, they killed the weed out of their garden. And what a wicked garden they weaved.
Once during lunch, a girl stood up to them. They just stared at her. They seemed to laugh inside while I tried to calm the girl down. It appeared that my best friends had cornered that girl’s boyfriend into necking with them.
That much power I did not want, but they cherished it. Yet, it wasn’t enough. That’s why I’m writing to you, so you will know why I had to kill them and end the evil garden taking over my life.
Why did I write such a story?
I had mentioned previously that once you find the voice of your character, the story flows from there. That was the case for me here on this short piece. I could use it to springboard a novel about teenage girls. Write what happened that was so terrible this one girl had to kill them. Or I could make the girl have psychological problems. What will Brea do about it? The girl or Brea could be my main characters. Only time will tell. This prompt was also a great opportunity to write a short piece in the form of a letter. Next time you get an idea, try writing it as a letter. You never know where it can take you.