Dearest,

Anticipatory nervousness, it crawled across her skin like a slug; her skin was covered in the slime.  Horrendous would hardly describe the let-down when the initiating bell for the last period on the first day rang loud and clear.  They weren't there; those she admired from afar; those everyone seemed to know.  The missing-pain is tremendous: threatening to overflow her heart and force her into something dreadful.  Her word-friends were not there either, in none of the rooms she ventured too, today.  All just a memory of the past, that is what they are now, a seemingly real figment of her wild imagination.  Now all that is left is tear-stained words and stories with no endings.