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*Highly recommend to read whilst listening to 'Don't You Dare (Make me fall in love with you)' by Kaden MacKay.
To Write A Letter ….
Dear Marcus,
I know that by the time you receive this letter there could be a couple possibilities that could/should have happened by then;
1. You would have forgotten me
2. You must have moved on even though you remember (no harm done there..)
3. The story is over, and you've gotten your happily ever after...... without me, just as it should have been.
(OR)
4. I did the most stupidest thing I have ever done and touched you, when I shouldn't have and ; which would have resulted in;
a) Burning myself to death.
b) Glitching the storyline
c) Changing the plot of the story etc. etc.
A thousand ways I would have ruined your life. But to be honest I suppose I ruined it as soon as you laid eyes on me , when I wasn't supposed to be seen. By you specifically . I always wanted to tell this particular story to someone. What better person to tell it to, than you?
When we saw each other for the first time, we were both seven, in the first year of school.
She stood in front of me, as I sat on a smooth rock, wondering why the heck I landed there. Her head was slightly tilted, a curious look on her face. A handmade knit sweater, navy blue, half tucked into her black cargo pants, brown hair braided tightly and parted from to the side, a navy blue New York Yankees hat on her head, a little black bag strung on her shoulders. "Who are you? I have never seen you here before."
"You... C-can you see me?"
"That is such a silly question! Is this your first day?"
"First day.... for-w-what?"
Her little head shook and a toothy grin took over her little face. "Come, you must have been hiding from Miss Davis. Do not worry, she's nice. I like her, she's super pretty to and real fun-"
"Who?" I asked, my head spinning in circles. She can see me, she can see me, she can see me, she can see me, she can see me, she can see me. Whatever am I going to do.
"What's your name?"
"M-my name?"
"Yes, you silly goose, your name." *sigh* "Ok! I'll go first... My name is Marcelline Amor. M-A-R-C-E-L-L-I-N-E, but you can call me Marcus. I'm 9"
"Marcus.. isn't that a boy's name?"
"And..so what?" Shaking her head, a scowl on her face. "I like it.. you can call me whatever you want"
"Fine... You can call me 'the narrator'."
"That... is an awful name!!" squealing with delight. I chuckle, "Mine is better than yours!" I hear her say and for the 1st time, I must simply agree with her.
“Let me take you to Miss Davis!!” She pulls me by the arms. Yelling at her friends “I found someone hiding from miss Davis!”
Other curious faces looked past me and into the bushes. A boy stuck his tongue out, I believe his name was Ken or Ben or something of that boring sort, irrelevant to the plot. “She’s playing make-believe again!”
“I am NOT!!”
“Yes, you are. It’s Marcelline, the little story teller.”
Mrs Davis entered into the playground, stern yet with a kind voice, unlike those cruel and unfeeling 3rd year teachers I had narrated into life in previous stories. She wore a brown tweed jacket with a white dress shirt underneath and a pair of dark brown pants. Peering through her spectacles with a hazel frame that matched her hazel eyes, she said “Playtime is over kids!! And Marcelline.. remember what I said about being imaginative, mh?
“Yes Ma’am” Marcelline bit her bottom lip, out of frustration. Her eyes stuck to the pebbles under her feet. “I’m sorry, Miss Davis”
“That’s alright. Now, everyone file right into the classroom”
“I’m gonna show everyone that you're real. I’ll prove it to them, I promise” She said sticking out her chin.
“You.. shouldn’t do that…” And just like that she was gone.
You was were the hot-headed tomboy with tons of spirit, and I was the stuck-up; in my own head narrator, way too serious for my " supposed" age. Here I was, an immortal, and you the unexpected and sudden protagonist. She'd goad me for being over rational and pessimistic, overly cautious of everyone of everyone and everything. You and I would run to the backyard of your house and play pretend for hours, watch the sun set and fight in the sand till we'd drench ourselves in hose water.
On the second day you "introduced" your parents to me. And they, ever the kindred souls assured that you were making up stories, pretending that I was your new imaginary friend. Your father would look at the air, kneel down to your height and look past me. "Hello there, my daughter says your name is Nars. Quiet a lovely name young fella."
You'd giggle jabbing at my ribs, "Look! He likes you" I did not have the heart to tell you, that he was just indulging in your supposed "wild fantasies".
And after that incident you started sneaking me into your room. Letting me try out the pretty dresses that you never even wanted to touch.
"This one looks pretty.." I chuckled at her, while I myself was dressed in a pink puffy dress that reached till my knees. "Come, look at yourself in the mirror"
"I can't do that, Marcus"
"Everybody can look into the mirror you goof!" Throwing a tiara in my face. "Put that on too!"
"You.. you're not serious....." I gave her a long look. She glared at me for ten seconds (Believe me I counted) Then I had no choice but to relent. I reluctantly placed the plastic silver crown on my head and peered into the mirror. As I expected, no reflection, I knew this, of course I knew this, but she didn't. I turned and looked back at her. Her mouth was agape and her eyes bore through my skull. "How is that even possible?" She whispered.
"I told you-"
We heard footsteps. "That's my dad!" She hissed in panic. "Quick hide!!"
I quickly jumped on the brown duvet, the crown bounced off the bed as her father stepped into the room looking at his daughter, "Oh! Were you-" He paused abruptly, finding the pink dress and crown on the bed in his sights, turning to face his daughter he smiles. "Do you like to wear dresses now, Marcelline?"
She blushed anew "I..I suppose so, dad."
"Nothing wrong with that, mija. Ju- just make sure you tidy it neatly in your wardrobe after your done"
"Ok Dad" And the door was closed shut. "That was really close, don't you think?"
*sigh "You don't know anything, Marcus." Nothing at all.