Letters

I'm doing this from my phone so if something isn't spelt right I'll have to fix it later. This story just sorta came to me. I hope you like it.

Dear Anna,
I don't know why I'm doing this. I guess I just woke up today and said enough is enough. I'm tired of everyones bull-sh!t and I'm not putting up with any more. Especially not mine.
But you don't know what I'm talking about so let me start over.
Hello Anna. My name is Justin. I won't tell you my last name because that isn't important right now.
How do these things work? Is it like therapy? Do I tell you all of my problems or...? I guess I'll start by telling you a little about myself.
I live in Atlanta Georgia but I'm constantly moving because of my work. Don't ask what my job is because I won't tell you. My favorite color is purple. My parents are divorced and I have a little brother and sister.
My girlfriend... She's amazing. I couldn't ask for someone better. She has the looks and she knows exactly what to say to make me feel better... Yet I don't feel happy anymore. Something just doesn't feel right.
Enough of that. It's my first letter to you. Don't want to freak you out and loose my first pen-pal.
I look forward to getting your letter.
Sincerely,
Justin

It took me forever to write this letter. I kept erasing and crumpling up a sheet of paper to throw away. For some reason, I wanted this letter to be perfect. I felt as if it was important to get this right.
At first, I wasn't sure if I was even going to do this. I don't even know this person. Then I started thinking about it, and I decided that is exactly why I should do this. If they don't know me then they can't judge me.
So I got online and signed up for a pen-pal. Less than an house later, I got an email back from them with the name and address. I was a little disappointed when I got a girl but I quickly got over it, deciding it was probably best. This way, I could at least get a girls opinion on something.
After reading over the letter one last time, I set the paper down and reached inside my desk for an envelope. Neatly copying her address down along with her name, I wrote my address after then folded the letter and stuck it inside. Licking the seal, I pressed it down then pushed back away from my desk and stood up.
Leaving my room, I made my way downstairs and out my front door to my mailbox. Sliding it in, I heaitated.
Do I really want to send this letter?
I don't know how long exactly I stood there staring at the letter, maybe twenty minutes, but I finally made up my mind and walked away from the mailbox, empty handed.
Whatever happens, happens.

Dear Justin,
Hi! My name is Anna. Because you didn't tell me your last name, I won't tell you mine. I live in Florida. My favorite color is purple as well. As for my family, I have two little twin sisters and a baby brother. I work at Bi-Lo.
I don't really know what else to put. If you have any questions, just ask me. I'm very open.
I won't get into the personal stuff until the next letter because I don't want to freak you out. This is my first letter to you. Which reminds me, I enjoyed your letter. You're my first pen-pal as well.
Unlike you, I don't have a boyfriend. I've actually never dated anyone before. That means I also haven't had my first kiss. Sixteen and hasn't had her first kiss. My mom is always using this against me.
Anyways, I'd say that's enough for my first letter. Again, any questions, just ask.

Sincerely,
Anna

Okay. Deep breathe Anna. He doesn't even know you. If he doesn't know you, he can't judge you. Like that ever stopped anyone before.
Sighing, I finally folded the letter up and slipped it into the envelope. Grabbing one of my Hello Kitty stickers, I slipped it over the flap in the envelope to keep it down. Neatly printing Justin's address, I stood up from my desk and jogged out of my room.
"Hey sweetie. What's that?" my mom asked from the kitchen table.
"A letter to my pen-pal."
"You have a pen-pal? Since when?"
"Three days ago. His name is Justin and he lives in Georgia."
"Does it cost money?"
"No mom. It's free."
"Okay. As long as it's free."
Rolling my eyes, I walked out my door and over to my mailbox. Taking a deep breathe, I slipped the letter in and walked back towards my house.
Halfway there, I stopped and looked back at the mailbox.
Maybe I shouldn't send it. No, I should send it. But what if he doesn't like me?
Taking a few deep breathes to calm myself, I continued walking towards my house.
Whatever happens, happens.

This is cute. Isn't your story Promises on JBFF as well? I could've sworn I've seen it on there. Anyways, update soon. :D

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Originally Posted by ShellbyLivesOn

This is cute. Isn't your story Promises on JBFF as well? I could've sworn I've seen it on there. Anyways, update soon. :D

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Yes it is. Thank you for noticing. Did you like it?

Dear Anna,

I enjoyed reading your letter. Maybe it was because it was my first letter, or maybe it was because I was just having a bad day and thought that if I read your letter it would be better. Anyway, like I said before, I've had a crappy day. Crappy week actually. Everything that could go wrong seems to go wrong. Do you ever feel like just giving up? To thrown in the towel and say 'I'm done' and walk away? That's what I've felt like all week.
First my girlfriend started fighting with me, then I was five minutes late to work, and then I got a flat tire. Reading your letter actually made me feel better. I finally got to meet another person who won't (maybe I should say

can't) judge me because you don't know me well enough. Eventually I might tell you, but until then, I'll try to make it as simple as possible.
Anyways, I hope your life is better then mine right now. It's cool that we have so much in common. I do have one question: Do you live near the beach?
I'll be waiting for you letter. I can't wait to read it.

Sincerely,
Justin

"Justin, come on. It's time to go. You're going to be late for the recording session."
"I'll be right down mom."
Grabbing an empty envelope, I stuck the letter into it and licked the seal. Pressing it firmly onto the other side, I grabbed a scented sticker and pressed it over the seal. Lame, I know, but maybe Anna would get a kick out of it.
Throwing my phone into my pocket and grabbing my favorite pair of sunglasses, I ran out of my room and down the steps. My was was waiting for me at the bottom, an aggravated look on her face.
"Hurry up. We have to go."
"I know. Let me just put this in the mail."
"I'll be waiting in the car."
Grabbing my keys, I ran out of the house and across my front yard to my mailbox. Slipping it inside, I ran back towards my house and found my mom waiting, like she had said, in the car.
Placing the key in the ignition, the car roared to life as I pulled out of the driveway.
"Who are you writing to anyway?"
"Her names Anna and she's my new pen-pal. She lives in Florida and her favorite color is purple, like mine."
"Does she know who you are?"
"Only that my name is Justin. I haven't told her my last name. I don't want her to judge me for who she thinks I am."
"I'm sure she wouldn't."
"Besides, I don't want her giving out my address and telling all her friends it's the Justin Bieber."
We finally arrived at the studio. I parked my car int he first parking spot and turned the car off. Taking a deep breathe in, I jumped out and followed my mom inside.

Its cute I love it :)

Dear Justin,

To start, I'll answer your question. Yes, I do live near the beach. It's two minutes by car and ten minutes tops if you're walking.
I enjoyed your letter as well. My week has been horrible. Actually, my whole month has been. Maybe I shouldn't tell you but I'll go out on a branch here and tell you.
I've been getting bullied by people as my school and by people from other schools who don't even know me. Everyday at school, people say mean and rude things. And when I go home, I still can't get away. They post things online. They call me a wh*re and b*tch and much, much more. Everyday.
I'm sure you've never been through this though. You're probably one of those popular guys who are friends with everyone.
D*mn-it, I'm rambling in a letter. I'd be the one to do that.
I'd throw this paper away but it's the last piece and my mom would yell at me if I throw away another piece of paper. Too late to take it back now. But like you said in your letter, you can't judge me. You don't know me.
I love surfing. I love the cool mist of the water on my skin and the wind blowing through my hair. And when you catch the perfect wave, I just get this feeling of peace in me. I can't even explain how amazing it feels. Have you ever gone surfing? <-There's my question for you!
I hope you enjoyed this letter- besides the whole rambling at the beginning. Even though I've already said it, I really enjoy reading your letters. Funny thing is, you've only set me two letters.
Have fun with your job and I hope things get better for you. If it helps, know that I'll be thinking of you and can't wait for your next letter.

Sincerely,
Anna

I've read over my letter to Justin ten times. Yes, I've counted. Lame core. I know. But I'm nervous. I don't want to send this letter to him only to have him ignore me because he thinks I'm weird.
But, I finally slip the letter into a clean envelope and print his address and put a purple heart sticker on the tip to seal it.
Rushing out of my room, I ran down stairs and out my front door towards the mailbox.
"Look, it's lardo, come out of her cave."
Looking to my right, I find Emily Nugent and Brittany Stendl standing in Emily's yard.
"Who's the letter to? Santa Clause?" Emily asked, smirking over at me.
"No," I whispered. I'd be surprised if they heard me.
"I bet it's to her Dad. You know, the one that left because of her," Brittany added.
Ignoring them, I rushed over to my mailbox, threw my letter inside and ran back towards the house.
"Aw. Look at her run," Emily laughed.
Slamming the door behind me, I ran up to my room and over to my window. Emily and Brittany where still standing in the yard, laughing.
That's what I live with everyday except much worse. And they use the fact that my dad left us against me. But I'm a big girl and can deal with it. Right?

Dear Anna,

I'm sorry about all the bullying. If I where there, I would stand up for you. From your letters, you seem like an amazing person. I'd love to be your friend.
On to your question. No, I've never been surfing before. I'd love to go surfing but haven't had the chance. Maybe I could swing by your place sometime and you can teach me the ropes?
Anyways, you don't know how happy I was to get your letter. My week was a little better than last week's but could still get better. If it helps any, my girlfriend is talking to me again. Something is definitely different between us. She never returns my calls, she doesn't text me anymore, and she's always doing something. I get that she has a job and is having some family issues but I'd think she'd still try to take some time for me. It's like that one song goes:
It's supposed to be some give and take I know,
But you're only taking and not giving anymore,
So what will I do?
You know that song? By Justin Bieber? You a fan? By the way, that's not my question for you. I have another one for you.
Here's my question for you: What is your favorite sport? I know, weird question but I'm curious.
I hope your week goes okay. And don't worry about me judging you-as long as you don't judge me back.

Sincerely,
Justin

Anna sounds amazing in her letters. Why would someone ever bully her? Why would someone bully anyone at all? No one should ever be bullied.
I know what it's like to be bullied. It doesn't feel good. I'm bullied for my looks and voice and everything that I do. If I mess up one time or do something that can be taken as wrong, it's all over the news for everyone to see.
It get's annoying sometimes. Having someone following your every move and everything you say. Sometimes I wish I could go back to before I became famous and just live a normal life. Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I just wish I could get rid of the paparazzi.
I guess that one flaw compared to all the amazing things that come with being famous is nothing. As long as I have my fans, that's all I need.