Letters Reggie wrote to:

Emmie

Eric

Ren

*Seeing her chance, Reggie took it. Knowing the types she was writing to, she knew that it was pretty unlikely they’d ever read these, but hey, what the hell. She heard a lot of stuff around here. Might as well act upon it.*
To the great manipulative one,

You still think you are hot shit, don’t ya? I still say it’s really handy that you got knocked up exactly when it happened, after all, he would have walked for real this time. (We both know it, hell you might not though, I saw him a hell of a lot more then you did around that time.) And look at that, lucky you, you have a new surfer to push and test at, and he can’t walk because of the baby! Lucky you.

Anyway, the point of all this is you are a bitch, I don’t like you, and I am not the only one who feels that way. You really are worse then sarah, after all, she didn’t scrub his past. You could have, I donno, told other people so we could have been there for him, instead you pulled this tragic heroine bullshit and are driving him crazy in a whole new way. Hopefully he’ll see what kind of person you are and walk, but as that never worked in the past, then maybe I’ll just watch as he’s driven away from the valley forever by all the shit that’s going to happen soon. As much as I don’t want to see that happen, it’s got to be better then watching the slow torture like I have been for the last few years. Like it’s really so fucking hard to be nice to someone you love. Like you couldn’t have cut him a break at all? Whatever bitch.

R

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To the idiot,

Seriously, you haven’t noticed a jump in all the shit she’s been saying about herself?

Look, Wyllow is annoying, over happy, lame and oh, annoying! But even someone with your limited outside awareness of others had to have noticed that it’s only in the last couple of months that she really feels like she’s lucky she doesn’t need instructions to breathe. Look around you twit, someone who isn’t you is feeding her this shit. No, it’s not a friend. GOD I can’t beleive you need it pointed out to you! In all likelihood it’s more then one source. Not everyone is going to be open about their dislike you know, but you only look for the obvious.

Fucking fix it or she’s going to end up in a bad way. Handy news before a lock down right? Well deal with it, you won’t talk to me. For a paranoid jackass you sure do let a lot of nasty shit happen to her. Must run in the family.

R

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Ren

One’s telling the truth, one’s hiding something. Helps that they both have their secrets huh? The problem is, once you figure it out, it’ll be too late. Not only that, but you’ll more then likely be either stuck or alone. Sux, but hey, it’s life.

R

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*She looked at the letters, wondering why the fuck she bothered to be nice. Besides the letter to Emmie-the-bitch, that’s all the rest were, niceness on her part because she was sick of things! Whatever, they wern’t going to listen anyway, but hell, she gave it a shot.*