So, I used to take a class in High School, it was Creative Writing. And I found this writing assignment. It was inspired by the book and movie called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It was so it might sound kind of familiar if you’ve watched or read the movie or book. I want to add onto this! This was so much fun to create it inspired me to want to write a novel or finish creating my old one. We’ll see. Oh and I had showed this to my aunt, and she thought the one writing the letter was a girl, but it’s a dude. Keep that in mind. I guess this is some sort of an imagination for me for someone to be in love with me like this. Charlie. Is. A. Dude. CHARLIE. IS. A. DUDE. And just to catch you up to speed, each separate one is a letter to a fake friend from the DUDE Charlie. So here it is:
December 26th, 2014
Something happened a long time ago, and I’m writing to you because she said you would understand, and you would listen, and I hope you would read this and not thing that I am just dumping all of this on you; I just need to vent. Please, I hope you understand.
She was six Sitting there mad at her mother because her mom wouldn’t let her outside to sled in the snow with her best friend. It was cold, with her knees buried in the snow, as she was already all dressed up to go play outside I guess her mom didn’t let her daughter go outside because her daughter did not tell her that her best friend’s older sister was outside watching him, the little girl can’t remember much but she remembers him holding her head shaking it calling out for his mom and his best friend (her). One thing she also remembered was seeing her father come up to her the driveway so quickly… She did not know why, but she was so happy to see him, he was crying, but she wasn’t crying, because she didn’t understand what had happened to make him cry so hard, or at least that’s what they all thought. That she didn’t understand, that they thought maybe might never forget when she realized, but what they didn’t get, she did realize. They thought maybe that she might lash out and rebel, but she did not seem to mind; she was happy all the time. I don’t think everyone understood that she does remember what happened. She was young, but she knew what happened, she was just happy to be alive. No one really understood how she wasn’t just a mes, throwing little tantrums like they thought she should have been. I guess because she was exposed to a lot, and she was more intelligent than people thought. Especially at such a young age.
That happened eleven years ago today. It is 1 am. Its makes me sad, because she is my best friend and she called me around 1:15 am. I was awake, and I was very concerned about her, she wasn’t okay from the time she called, to about 3:15 am. I was surprised she didn’t call her boyfriend, but she told me she doesn’t feel like she can talk to him. He was the new kid. The way they met, it was my birthday and she was frantically searching for the present, then she remembered, she had left my present in the office because she always spends time in the morning so she can relax before school starts. As she was running out of the classroom, she ran straight into Bryan. I remember because that day in class I wrote about him in our “writing time” in our Creative writing class. “There’s a new kid, he was actually in my English class. How did I notice him? Well , my best friend was running out of the class because she forgot to get my present that she left in the office, and she just so happened to literally run into him as he was walking in. His name is Bryan. I don’t like him. Something inside me just sees something wrong with him. People call this jealous, but I call it protective, let’s just say that they hit it off… It ended up with her giggling like a little girl because she didn’t know what else to do. I don’t think I can stress this enough, that this bothers the fire out of me. I don’t get why this bothers me so much. It’s just, she’s my best friend, I shouldn’t be feelings this way, my best friend is happy. The only good thing about Bryan moving here, is that he has a sister, her name is Savannah. She seems much nicer than her brother. Although that I haven’t really met her or him yet, she seems nicer. Maybe him moving here isn’t all that bad, I guess. Anyways, my best friend hasn’t stopped talking about how “cute” Bryan is. I really hope if things work out with her and Bryan that he is actually good to her and that she can be happy with someone else too, not just her best friend. She deserves the best.”
December 31, 2014
It’s New Years Eve and I don’t really feel like doing anything else other than going to church. It’s the day where we eat a piece of bread to remember what God had done for us, almost as eating His “flesh” and we drink the blood of Christ, in substitute of blood we actually drink grape juice. It’s really great time with my church family, because I feel like I finally belong somewhere. Everybody is so giving except my great-uncle Maxie’s Grouch but everybody loves him anyways. He’s there every service unless he’s very sick and everybody is so loving to it makes everything so much easier.
With my best friend being so sad that her cousin had passed about a month ago, and it is around the same time that her best friend died when we were six. But I’m not really sure what happened with her cousin, but all I know is, it was tragic and she can’t get out of her rut. It is all just really sad, especially with her cousin Hanne, at least they got to leave town and go to Washington to stay with her stepdad’s brother and his wife. She gets to spend time with her cousin Michael, which is technically my best friends’ cousin by marriage, but he is pretty funny and his laugh can make anyone smile. I’m glad she gets timtime away from this town, away from everyone who reminds her of what happened to her brother. It’ll be good for her and her family. I really hope that because of that my best friend starts cheering up, she deserves to be happy.
January 6th, 2015
Today was the first day back at school. So if I haven’t told you, I’m a senior in high school. Anyways my English teacher Miss Ask is teaching this class is Creative Writing. I also want to thank you for letting me send the last letter. I’m not sure if you read it or are even receiving these letters but I just need to know that there is someone out there who cares. I also need a friend. I don’t have very many, and I really hope you are receiving these letters in reading them. You don’t have to write letters back coma in fact you can’t send any back because I don’t want you to figure out who I am. You don’t need to do that. Well I still have the English assignment I have to get back to you, I have to write five different genres for one essay. It is due this Friday oh well no not really because you don’t have school on Friday and that makes me very happy, anyways, I missed all last week before winter break,Because I have that stupid viral infection and it sucked at least I was better before the holidays. I was also having very bad migraine. but anyways I should seriously get back to my assignment. I hope you have a great week because you really deserve it you really did.
P.S. I wrote this poem for this English class and I’ll send it to you because I’m very proud of it. It is not actually the same one I turned in, but this is one this one is better that I turned into Ms. Ask. I’m actually not even sure what I got on it as a grade on the plain poem. It’s just a plain and simple poem, but I will send a poem separately because it deserves a different envelope the poem is about that cousin to my best friend that I was talking about my last letter and I really hope you enjoy this poem because I know I do it every time I read it, actually I lied it’s not even mine it’s the one my best friend real about her cousin and I want to share her work with someone other than me, I hope you enjoy it.
That is what we celebrate.
A life so wondrous and graceful.
Celebrating all The camping, fishing and hunting.
The good times with His friends,
the bad times that hE made it through,
and the best times with his family
Celebrating the joy he didn’t know he Brought.
Celebrating thE hits and blows of what his mother didn’t know
The candy he shAred,
What little he had, bUt did not care.
He would share The good, and only the good.
He would be seen walkIng everywhere,
All you would see is the tall “BigFoot”
now, we don’t see him anywhere, bUt possibly
in our dreams, maybe in our loveLy memories;
Oh the memories he did share.
We celebrate the liFe that he shared
We enjoyed the peacefuL presence that he had
We celebrate that he took to the shOoting range that one last time.
We had two ceremonies;
One, for the peace of mind, onE to mend the broken heart.
The first one was a funeRal
But o, the Second one;
It was a Celebration!
It seems as if he was a beautiful flOwer;
A beautiful flower That had just bloomed
They say that The good die young
They saY not to pick beautiful flowers,
because they will die earlier than their time
God just so happened to pluck him sooner.
His family calls him beautiful.
The ladies called him Scotty the hottie
The guys called him Bigfoot.
His family knew his heart
The girls knew his features.
the guy knew his heart & his features.
We celebrate the glorious flower that he was.
Oh, what a beautiful addition to God’s bouquet.
It is true, the good die young.
But why should it be sad?
A life so wondrous and graceful
That is what we celebrate,
The Beautiful Flower.
January 8th, 2015
I am going to pretend that this is my diary, because well, it’s fun to switch things up sometimes. I don’t want it to be awkward just having this short sentence so I will continue to type this unnecessary sentence. I also hope you’re having a good day today, and I hope you enjoy this diary entry, because I wanted to try something different other than just a typed letter.
I don’t know what I’m actually supposed to do in or do with a diary, so I will just write how my day is going.
I woke up feeling pretty good This morning, because I have been writing letters to this person. I will call them my friend because well I feel like I can. So I will. I actually ended up sending them this poem about my best friend’s cousin that she actually had broke. That my best friend wrote, I wonder what my friend thought of the poem I hope they liked it about my best friend she’s a girl and she’s been really sad lately. That’s kind of why I wrote the poem, to cheer her up I was actually pretty good friends with her cousin that had passed away so it was easy for me to write a poem about him. I wonder what my friend thought of the poem. Anyways, about my best friend, she’s a girl obviously, she’s been really down lately, that’s kind of why I wrote the poem, to help her. I showed her after school where we usually just sat and looked at the lake and watched life pass by. When I showed her, she cried, and she hugged me. I wasn’t sure what else to do other than to hug her back. The odd part was, it felt right, it was really nice, actually. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside which is weird because guys aren’t one to usually admit that. I even had butterflies , is what they call it I guess. They were all playing tag, in my stomach. Anyways, I’m not really sure why I was feeling that way, or maybe I’m acting naive. She’s my best friend . Is it weird that I am feeling this way? Anyways, my Creative Writing assignment is going pretty well, oh wait, just kidding, that’s my friend I told, not my diary. I better get back to it, because it is due first thing Monday. I have two more genres to write. It is 8 pm and I don’t really want to work on it right now, I’m in the middle of this book called “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky. It’s not an English assignment either. I just really like the movie that I had to read it. I hope it takes me awhile to read it, I’m still in the first chapter, not literally in the middle of the book but I am reading it. I watched the movie and I can really relate to it. Especially since my name is Charlie. Anyways, I haven’t talked to my best friend today and I really hope she is doing okay, I really hope she’ll call before I fall asleep . I love talking to her.
January 13, 2015
I turned in my creative writing assignment, I’m not really sure what I got on it, but I hope I got a good grade. I saw my best friend today, we walked home together, well I guess I actually walked her home, I live a couple of miles away. But that was okay. She wasn’t doing so well the day I didn’t get to talk to her. She had a lot of issues at home and she was missing her other best friend, and also her cousin. I don’t think she realizes that it is okay to be sad, and it is definitely okay to have a shoulder to cry on. I told her that she can always come to me when she’s upset. She said thank you and same to me. I really hope she’s doing okay tonight. It hurts to see her hurting. I think our walk may have helped her. I hope it did, because she deserves to be happy, and I am glad if I am apart of her happiness. I also don’t know what to do about those millions of butterflies I get when I am with my best friend. I can’t stop thinking about how much my poem touched her. and I cannot stop thinking about how I felt, actually that feeling hasn’t gone away, and I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I really enjoy being around her, even though those butterflies really get into tag when I’m with her. Anyways, I hope you had a good day today. You deserve it. I am now in the middle of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I read this poem that was in it. It made me cry. It was about his best friend Michael showing him and Michael didn’t know who it was by, nor did Charlie. It’s really sad, and it is such a powerful poem. Someone in the book named Bob said he heard it before, and he said it was some kids suicide note. Charlie didn’t know if he liked the ending of that poem, neither did I. It reminded me of my best friend. I don’t believe that she would kill herself, at least I don’t think. I just want her to know that someone cares. Just like me, writing to you. I want her to know that I care. Just like I want to know that you care. After I read that poem, I could not stop crying. It was weird. It scared me that it reminded me of my best friend. It really did. I don’t know. I’m just glad she’s in my life. I honestly don’t know what I would do without her. I know it may seem weird that I am writing to you even though I have my best friend. I just don’t have anyone else to talk to but her. And now, thanks to you, I have you to talk to about her. I still have one or two more genres to write about, and I think I found the fourth one. I was watching Friends the other day. And I want my group to be like that. Maybe I’ll meet you one day. And you can also meet my best friend one day too. And we’ll end up like the cast of Friends. Lets just say I hope I’m Ross and I hope my best friend ends up being Rachel. Anyways, there was this other assignment in my English class I did recently and Friends is where I got the inspiration from. We had to write a scene or a “dialogue”. I really enjoyed writing it. It was kind of a rewrite of this one episode, of course the episode in the show is better, but I hope you like it, because I am also printing it out and sending it to you.
The One with All the Secrets
(Joey, Chandler, and Monica are all hanging out in Monica’s and Rachel’s apartment. It’s around 5 o’clock in New York City and they are all eating dinner that Monica had prepared, although she is just waiting on Ross, Phoebe and Rachel to get to the apartment from the coffee house. While Monica, Joey, and Chandler are waiting, they begin to talk.)
MONICA: So, so you guys, while we’re waiting. What do you guys want to talk about? (Saying this as if she needs to get something off her chest)
CHANDLER: Like what? (Seeming uninterested)
JOEY: (Stuffing his mouth full of food, then he begins to talk, then food falls out of his mouth and it falls on the floor) Yeah, Monica, like what?
CHANDLER: (He says this with a sarcastic voice) Joe. That’s just so very attractive. Please stuff more food in your mouth.
JOEY: (Looks ashamed and finishes chewing his food) Okay, there, (To Chandler) you happy now?
MONICA: I AM! (Raising her hand)
JOEY: (Glares at Monica) Jeez! You do one thing wrong, and everyone is all uptight and mean.
CHANDLER: C’mon Joe, we were kidding. It’s fine. Just please (Putting his hand on Joey’s hand) don’t do that again, it’s just gross.
MONICA: I wasn’t kidding. Joey that was disgusting, it was like looking at a dogs vomit. I almost threw up.
CHANDLER: (Slowly turns around to Monica, with wide-eyes and says to her) Mon, shut up. I almost had him. He’s having a rough day. Leave him alone.
CHANDLER: Yeah, (Looking back at Joey, saying to Joey) See you’re fine.
JOEY: (Starting to smile saying this to Monica) Okay yeah Mon. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get stuff on your floor.
MONICA: It’s okay Joey. (Looking for that food that fell under the table) But-but you still didn’t clean it up. Joey! You still didn’t clean it up. Joey, (trying to contain her anger) please clean, that, up.
JOEY: (Looking at the ground then at Monica, saying this to Monica) Oh sorry Mon, let me get that for ya. (He picks it up with his and then puts the food back into his mouth)
(Chandler and Monica just watched the whole thing happen, and they get wide-eyed and their jaws drop, they look horrified by what just happened)
CHANDLER: (He stands up fast and points and repeatedly points as he’s saying this) WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!
JOEY: WHAT? WHAT? (Looking at both Monica and Chandler with his arms out wide, looking terribly confused) Oh, Oh, I see. (He goes to wipe up the mustard and mayo off of the floor then simply, licks his hand)
CHANDLER & MONICA: JOEY!! (They are both trying to comprehend what they had just seen)
(The scene changes to Phoebe, Rachel and Ross in the coffee house. They are sitting on their usual couch just simply talking)
RACHEL: Hey, I think I’m getting a pimple on my chin. Can you guys notice it? (Asking Ross and Phoebe)
ROSS: (Just glances really quickly answering Rachel’s question) No, no. You can barely see it.
PHOEBE: (Saying this to Rachel) Here, here let me see. (She looks) Oh my, gosh! That thing is huge!
RACHEL: What? (She says with a sad voice then turns to Ross glaring at him) You said you could barely see it. You know what, the next time you ask if something looks stupid, I’m going to lie to you and say it looks fine. Well, that’ll probably be every day because you looks stupid every day. (She laughs)
ROSS: (Saying this to Rachel) Hey, I only said that because I didn’t want you to feel bad.
RACHEL: (Saying this to Ross) Oh-oh you didn’t want me to feel bad? I’d rather you tell me the truth than lying to me you-you (trying to call him something but she cannot think of anything, finally she says) you big liar!
ROSS: (Getting up and grabbing his coat all frustrated about to leave the coffee house, he begins to walk away but he turns around quickly and points at Rachel saying) and I do not look stupid every day! (He stomps out of the coffee house)
PHOEBE: Well, (Pauses) I think that went very well. (She says nodding her head)
RACHEL: Phoebe? (She pauses) Did you want that to happen?
PHOEBE: Huh! (Puts her hand on her chest) I cannot believe you would think that I would do something like that! But yeah, I planned that.
RACHEL: Phoebe! I can’t believe you just did that.
PHOEBE: I thought it would be funny, you and Ross get into a fight there’s all this bickering, I thought it would spice things up, makes life interesting.
RACHEL: No, I meant did you lie about my pimple, is it really that big, or were you joking? (She says as she touches her pimple)
PHOEBE: Oh no, Ross lied, I was telling the truth. That thing is HUGE. (She says as she’s picking up her coffee to drink it like what she said was nothing)
RACHEL: Uh! I cannot believe you! (She says as she’s the one grabbing her coat and scarf)
PHOEBE: Oh no Rachel! I was kidding! (Rachel stops in her tracks, but then Phoebe stops to think about it, and then she says) Oh who am I kidding? That thing has its own galaxy orbiting around it.
MONICA: (Looks at Joey) Okay, yeah Joey, its fine, I-I-I’m sorry. I was just being clean and annoying. (Looking ashamed)
(Rachel stomps out of the coffee house and all you see is Phoebe grabbing her things and following Rachel. Monica, Chandler and Joey were at Monica’s apartment and now adding, Ross, Rachel and Phoebe. There are two arguments going on and then it leads to none other than bickering)
MONICA: Oh good you guys are all here. You would not believe what Joey just did.
JOEY: AY, AY! (He says as he’s standing up fairly quickly whilst pointing at Monica)
MONICA: (She grabs her other arm, acting like she isn’t going to say what Joey had just done) JOEY JUST PICKED UP AND ATE HIS FOOD THAT FELL OUT OF HIS MOUTH!
JOEY: (Joey looks at everyone then looking back at Monica) Monica had sex with Chandler!
(Everyone crowds around Monica and Chandler)
ROSS: (To Chandler, as he gets uncomfortably close to Chandler) you had sex with my sister?!
CHANDLER: I-I-I-I-I (He gets beat red and he starts to shake nervously)
MONICA: Ross, Ross (She says pulling him away from Chandler) I’m a big girl now; I can sleep with who I want to. Even if it is your best friend (She says uncomfortably)
JOEY: (To Chandler) I’m sorry man, I panicked and I didn’t know any other secrets about Monica.
CHANDLER: JOEY WAS IN A PORNO MOVIE!
(Everyone then turns to Joey out of shock they all crowd around him)
RACHEL, ROSS, PHOEBE AND MONICA: HUH!
JOEY: (Gets owl eyes and points at Chandler) CHANDLER WAS ONE OF THE LEAD BOYS IN HIS FATHERS DRAG QUEEN ‘IT’S RAINING MEN’ ROUTINE!
(They all crowd around Chandler now)
RACHEL, ROSS AND MONICA: Oh my, gosh.
PHOEBE: (She laughs, then she pulls herself together, because she knew she was the only who knew about that secret)
CHANDLER: (He walks towards Phoebe from the living room to behind the back of the couch) you were the only one that knew about that! How could you tell Joey! Joey can’t keep a secret when he gets mad at that person!
PHOEBE: I know, I know and I’m sorry, but that was so worth it. (She continues to laugh)
CHANDLER: PHOEBE’S HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THAT GUY WHO GROWS WEED ON THE ROOF!
(Everyone quickly crowds around Phoebe now)
MONICA & RACHEL: PHOEBE. (Sounding concerned) Are you serious?
PHOEBE: SECRET AFFAIR. (She says to Chandler)
PHOEBE: (To take all the focus off of her) RACHEL’S NOSE IF FAKE.
MONICA: Phoebe, I already knew that. So did Ross. (She pauses) Did you forget that I grew up with Rachel?
PHOEBE: I know, I know I panicked. (She says as she sits down onto the couch covering her face) I didn’t know what else to say.
MONICA: If you wanted to leak something of Rachel’s, you should’ve just asked me. (She suddenly starts to yell) because when we were in high school, I caught Rachel behind the bleachers having sex with Matt Gibbon after the Homecoming game!
RACHEL: (She takes a step in from where she was with wide bulging eyes) Monica! I cannot believe you just told everyone that. (She puts her hand on her hip) well, I’m glad you said that because (her voice starts to raise) I watched Monica eat a whole chocolate cake and then a double sized cheesecake in twenty minutes!
MONICA: (Her arms are dangling and she has wide bulging eyes now with everyone crowding her now) Rachel had sex with Tad on the balcony outside! And that’s her underwear on that telephone wire!
(Everyone quickly surrounds Rachel)
****** (And this scene ends with the curtains closing and the lights fading out, this is to be continued)
January 24, 2015
I guess I sent you that scene I wrote because I just wish that one day, my “squad” is what we call it, I want my “squad” to be like Friends, one day. School has been going alright. I don’t really know what else to talk about. I actually finished The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I cried. I’m not really sure why I cried. All I know is that Charlie is not a sad story. In Creative Writing, we did something so fun. It was called a Quickfire day. We had to write about whatever topic Ms. Ask gave us. One was like broadcast of a new movie coming out and another one was about taking song lyrics in and incorporating them in your little short story and there were much more that Ms. Ask had us do there was one particular one was where we had to write about something or someone in the room. I think that one was my favorite because my best friend is in that class. And it was really easy to talk about her. Maybe because I know a lot about her, and because she’s my best friend.
I actually don’t even know if I’m her best friend, but I know that she is mine.
Someone or something in this room
She’s quiet; you barely notice she’s here. You can’t really tell, but she seems down all the time, but she hides it very well. She’s independent and always has her headphones in, unless you can’t have them in when the teacher is talking. When you get near her, you can hear her music blaring in her ear, now yours as well. Maybe she needs someone in her life to bring her out of that turtle shell, or maybe she would just like someone there to just be there. Who knows, everyone has their own ways of dealing with something or someone or maybe that is just who she is. I will not mention her name, but maybe her silence is just who she is. It almost seems like you can’t get to her unless she lets you. Luckily, she lets me in, although I’ve known her since we were in the same fourth grade class. That may help. She’s my best friend, and I intend to keep her as my best friend.
February 1, 2015
Today is my best friends birthday. I am not actually sure what she is going to do today, but I hope that I am involved. Even if it means that I am stuck with her at a family dinner or something. Bryan asked her to hang out last night to hang out today. I’m not sure what she said to him, but I hope it was a no. I haven’t talked to her today, I mean except at 12am. I text her “Happy Birthday” as soon as it turned midnight. Luckily she was awake, and she text me back not even a minute later. For some odd reason, that made me really happy. Maybe it’s because I was on her mind and she was just about to text me too. Anyways, I’m going to write later so I can go eat breakfast and wait for her text or call. I hope you have a good rest of your morning. Like I say, you really deserve it.
I got to hang out with my best friend today. It seemed like she had a really good birthday. She was really happy that I got to spend time with her today. She said that she broke up with Bryan last night. I was happy, but it made me sad that I was happy about it. I asked her why she broke up with him, she said it’s because she still kept feeling like she wasn’t able to talk to him about anything. It didn’t really help that all he would talk about is sports and video games. Today was different with her, it was a good different. She was really giggly. It was really cute. And it was funny. Anyways, we ended up getting stoned. She made brownies, the special kind of brownies. I had four, and she had six. Her brother said we were baked like a cake. Kind of like in the movie of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I think that’s where he got it. Or maybe he just knows what to say. He said something weird too. And I can’t get it out of my head. We were just sitting there on her roof right outside her window, and she put her hand on my shoulder and we were just having a heart to heart conversation. Then her brother said “Hey would you guys stop flirting with each other.” Then he lit the bowl that he was holding for forever I think he was actually waiting for his sister to notice that he was handing it to her. To be honest I kind of forgot that he was there. Kind of like it was just me and her. The only two people in the world. After she and her brother finished her “birthday bowl”, we just sat there, stargazing. We talked about what we want to do when we’re older. We talked about what houses we want, what kind of pool we’ll have, what kind of refrigerator that we’ll have for all our food. Then, we talked about what we wanted now. She gave me a weird look, it was a good weird, but it was still weird. I asked her why she was looking at me “like that” and that’s when she kissed me, and I kissed her back. She told me it was a pretty good day and I was really glad to be apart of it. So I guess that it was one of the best days I have ever had. I hope you have a day like that someday. Like I always say, you deserve it.