ZOMFG WHAT IS THIS? A NEW CHAPTER OF STEPFRIENDS? EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN A YEAR?!!?!?!

Nah. I just finally got around to writing something I needed to write for this story XD

Hey, it's Alice. Coming from the pits of NaNoWriMo, you know? This year's NaNoWriMo is insane…I'm hardly done it (though obviously, as the overachiever I am, I surpassed the 50,000 word limit). I'll post it once it's done ;D But I thought I'd take a visit back to my old NaNo from last year, and realized that there was something I haven't written/posted yet. So then I just wrote it, quickly, and nicely. I hope it flows well enough to your liking. Even though, like, most of my readers for this story pretty much died. As well as Switch. But oh well. What can you do?

By the way, if you're a new reader…ignore some of the drabble-y, cracky parts. I'm still supposed to be editing this story. I haven't, obviously, since I slack way too much. But uh, yeah. Focus on the characters and the plot more, please? Random shit, just ignore. It's part of NaNoWriMo dares. You know? Okay.

So. Guess what this is? This is the letter Karen wrote in sixth grade. To Russell. It's full of lovelovelove. And cheesiness. And a lot of rhetorical questions. And I made it a LOT nicer than…well, actually, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to compare this to. The person who Russell's in the position of I no longer have any sorts of feelings for whatsoever and despise him completely (-cough-), so I had to be really nice in this, even though the feelings I vented out are completely untrue. But hopefully, it's enjoyable. So…enjoy! :D

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To Russell Storm, whom I hate. And love—

So. You're in A-Class, now, huh? You hang out with the popular kids? And you live a good life, a nice, stupid, fun-filled, partying life without me. How does it feel? It probably feels great, doesn't it? That you don't have a clingy, stupid childhood best friend who's a girl always at your side, and now you're surrounded by hot girls like Thalia Mengles and Tory Chidens. The sluts. But I'm sure you know that. You would know that.

Do you know what, Russell?! You're such a fucking jerk. You're such an asshole. Do you know what you did? Do you know how I felt about you? I loved you. I liked you a lot. For three freaking years. All the time we were friends, best friends, the times that we spent together as children when we'd go to each other's houses all the time and our parents were best friends (well, not so much anymore, since your parents got divorced)—all that is gone. And do you know why? It's because you fucking left me here, by myself, for your stupid A-Class friends. You don't talk to me anymore. You don't even say hi to me, or look at me in the hallways. I've been reduced to nothing in your life, Russell.

I like you a lot, okay? I've had this super long, insane crush on you ever since we were in third grade. I mean, it might sound really stupid to you, since that was ages ago, like, three years ago and we were still in elementary school and we were young and stupid—and we're still kind of young and stupid, but a little less young and stupid now, don't you think? Well, you would know, since your friends are hoes and are actually dating. But I don't think you've gotten any less stupider. As soon as you made friends with the A-Class assholes, you dropped me like I was hot. What the fuck is wrong with you.

But I still like you. I don't even know why. Maybe it's because I miss what we used to have, all the good times we had together, before you abandoned me, before we weren't friends anymore. Ever since our falling out, nothing has gone the same. Your parents divorced last year. I can tell my parents are going to divorce any second. We're not speaking, our parents aren't speaking. What happened to our friendship? Our great big happy family, your parents and my parents, you and me? All of that is just gone. None of it is left anymore. And the innocent, loving childhood we had together just disappeared to you, didn't it? I had loved you so much before—and now I realized that you liked me a lot back then too. Back then. It sounds so strange, doesn't it? We're not even that old. But then maybe we are. Because you're not talking to me anymore, and it feels like ages since you last acknowledged my presence, even though it's barely been a year.

I miss you, Russell. I miss you and I love you. And I want you to come back, desperately. Please, Russell, just come back to me. I want our childhood again. I want the time where we both like each other—instead of me hopelessly pining after you now—back to where it's supposed to be. I want you, and I want you and me.

Thanks for being a douchebag,

Karen Singer