Dear F,
The nickname we came up with for you was both cruel and uncalled for. There are so many things I regret about my experiences with you. Now, I'd say that it was probably six of one and half a dozen of the other; still, I could have acted a lot better. I'm really sorry. I've often wished for a chance to repeat that year and a half- or have I? Okay, there are plenty of things I wish didn't happen, but then again, I learnt a lot of lessons, too. Maybe it all worked out for the best. Who knows. Good luck for the future, anyway. I hope you do well. Honestly. Whatever I say, I hope you go far.
Dear S,
Another person whom I only knew for a short period. Though I know that there was absolutely nothing more that anyone could have done- in fact, it could be argued that too much was done- I still feel like you were failed, somewhere along the line. You were- well, difficult, at the best of times. You were an underlying cause of a range of things, and you caused a lot of commotion. Yet I still stood by you- and, though I know you haven't changed, if I could I would give you another chance. As someone far wiser than I once said, 'In spite of everything, I still believe that people really are good at heart'. You're good at heart. I wish you'd remember that, and I wish you'd used your chances for the better. When you get to a better place, please, please, make the most of it. You said that you were grateful to me, and thanked me for sticking by you. The best way to thank me would be to make something positive of what you have. There is always a way.
I should also apologise- I still feel in someway responsible for your 'downfall', for want of a better word. If only I hadn't retaliated. I'm sorry.
Good luck.
Dear M,
Your nickname is one of the words that really makes me stop and think. In your Leavers Book, I apologised for everything that went wrong, but didn't go into it, and you said it was touching. Well, even if you'll never read it, here's my chance to try and do a little more than that.
We have so so many good memories. We were quite alike, at least at one point. Regardless of the comments we knew we would get, we still did the things we wanted to, like dressing up- and spending a very tiring day shopping for our costumes! I could list so many more memories- the trip to Bath, the HP club, our pen fight
To everyone else, you, W and I seemed like an unbreakable trio. I guess even to the three of us we felt pretty unbreakable, at least at time. We tried to ignore the tensions bubbling- even as we all secretly bitched about each other.
The argument we had that summer was caused by a lot of things, things that had been building up for over a year. True, there was a trigger- and that, really, was a pointless trigger- but it wasn't really about that. I'm sorry for what I said, and how that must have made you feel. You're such a strong person- I don't know what I'd have done in your position.
When we argued again, I was trying to do the right thing, I really was. I promise that that was an honest mistake. I wasn't happy with the way you dealt with it, but with hindsight I kind of wish we'd tried to use that tactic much earlier- it could have resulted in a much different outcome.
At the end of the day, I'm really glad we're talking again. It feels weird when you explain things, things that I've known for ages, like when you follow your sister's name with 'my youngest sister'. I know she's your youngest sister- I remember how excited we all were when she was born. Those things were important to me, and I'm not going to forget them all because of one silly argument.
Though I know we'll never be that close again, I hope you do well, and I wish you luck in all you do x