Copy of e-mail to sean malone
I'm sorry Sean. There's a subject that I have been avoiding with you. I'm sorry things haven't been that great for awhile and this is why. If you remember, you told me that Brian said he could like me if something happened. I don't know what that something is, and I won't tell you that I am not dying to know what that something is, because I won't lie to you. But I have a
question for you, no offence, I don't mean to sound as though I am yelling because I am completely calm, but I need to explain this to you. If Brian thought that we could happen, then why does he act like such an ass to me? He ignores me Sean. He almost taunts me sometimes, sitting behind me in english all the time. He calls me Breanna, Sean. And
not that that's bad, but it sounds like the most disgusting word I have ever heard when it comes out of his mouth.
He makes me uncomfortable because he has made it that way. I approached him at camp thinking that it would improve the awkwardness between us. It didn't. I have to tell you that my life is a waterfall with him in it. I also must tell you what I heard the night of the party, that without looking at the note, he crumpled it up and said "I don't give a fuck".And I believe it because Ally told me. And I don't think that she would lie to me. I understand that I real friend would tell the truth, even though it may hurt.
I must also tell you that I have always believed I had the power to change someone. I think that I changed Brian by giving him that note. I think that I made him an arrogant jerk. I think that he knows he's handsome, and lovely in my mind. But he is no longer that way. He doesn't realize that what I saw included his flaws. I didn't think of him as the best looking boy on
earth. I took everything into account, and his flaws didn't matter, because the good parts out numbered the bad parts, one million to one onethousandth. Even those awful orange shorts of his. And now that doesn't work. He has become selfish and I think that it is my fault. He struts around like he is liked by everyone. Well maybe he is. But I'm not everyone. Not anymore. Because all that I can do is to hope that what I see is the old Brian, and maybe I was making all this up in my head for the past, it must be, atleast seven monthes now. When I think of the old Brian I can't help but love, but the seemingly new, I can't help but hate.
Now finally, I have come to understand that you have become good friends with Brian. You may tell him about this e-mail, you may not. Either way, "I don't give a fuck", not anymore. I mean. if he thought that he could treat me this way, knowing he was doing it, and make me still like him, he's not as smart as I thought he was. I'm missing out on something, but he has had every oppurtunity to talk to me. I was the one who had the courage to clarify things with him. I had to do that. And it took
me four months. I'm sorry that I'm a coward. But I'm more of a hero than he'll ever be.-bre
The part about this that makes me sadest, is that this could be one of my finest writing samples. I just wish I didn't have to feel like my fictional characters do.
question for you, no offence, I don't mean to sound as though I am yelling because I am completely calm, but I need to explain this to you. If Brian thought that we could happen, then why does he act like such an ass to me? He ignores me Sean. He almost taunts me sometimes, sitting behind me in english all the time. He calls me Breanna, Sean. And
not that that's bad, but it sounds like the most disgusting word I have ever heard when it comes out of his mouth.
He makes me uncomfortable because he has made it that way. I approached him at camp thinking that it would improve the awkwardness between us. It didn't. I have to tell you that my life is a waterfall with him in it. I also must tell you what I heard the night of the party, that without looking at the note, he crumpled it up and said "I don't give a fuck".And I believe it because Ally told me. And I don't think that she would lie to me. I understand that I real friend would tell the truth, even though it may hurt.
I must also tell you that I have always believed I had the power to change someone. I think that I changed Brian by giving him that note. I think that I made him an arrogant jerk. I think that he knows he's handsome, and lovely in my mind. But he is no longer that way. He doesn't realize that what I saw included his flaws. I didn't think of him as the best looking boy on
earth. I took everything into account, and his flaws didn't matter, because the good parts out numbered the bad parts, one million to one onethousandth. Even those awful orange shorts of his. And now that doesn't work. He has become selfish and I think that it is my fault. He struts around like he is liked by everyone. Well maybe he is. But I'm not everyone. Not anymore. Because all that I can do is to hope that what I see is the old Brian, and maybe I was making all this up in my head for the past, it must be, atleast seven monthes now. When I think of the old Brian I can't help but love, but the seemingly new, I can't help but hate.
Now finally, I have come to understand that you have become good friends with Brian. You may tell him about this e-mail, you may not. Either way, "I don't give a fuck", not anymore. I mean. if he thought that he could treat me this way, knowing he was doing it, and make me still like him, he's not as smart as I thought he was. I'm missing out on something, but he has had every oppurtunity to talk to me. I was the one who had the courage to clarify things with him. I had to do that. And it took
me four months. I'm sorry that I'm a coward. But I'm more of a hero than he'll ever be.-bre
The part about this that makes me sadest, is that this could be one of my finest writing samples. I just wish I didn't have to feel like my fictional characters do.