AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is told in two point of views. Rebecca's, and the unnamed person writing the love letters. This story has also been written by two different people. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Rebecca.
I woke up late on Friday morning. The night before I'd stayed up finishing my English project, and my head throbbed as I got out of bed. It was already 8 o' clock, so I only had half an hour until school started.
"Shit!" I ran to the closet, picking out a random pair of jeans and a shirt, scooting into the bathroom. My green eyes looked red and puffy, my curly red hair stuck out in all directions. I sighed, swiped a brush through it, and got dressed at hyper speed before grabbing my bag and running downstairs.
"Honey, you slept in again?" My mom frowned at me as I chugged some orange juice right out of the carton. "That's not very healthy you know. And please, darling, use a glass." I rolled my eyes, and put the carton back in the fridge. I wasn't thirsty any more any way. "Well.... see you...." I muttered, half-heartedly waving good-bye to her, and shoving on my shoes.
"Have a good day today. Make sure to pay attention in school." She took another sip of her coffee, and ruffled my younger sister Mandi's hair, who had just sprinted into the kitchen.
"Bye bye sissy!" Mandi chirped at me, waving. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Bye!" I said, and ran out the door, hoping I would even get to English on time before I was late. Seeing as I had slept in late, I had missed the school bus and had to run, literally run the mile to Southwest High School.

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"Rebecca! Wake up and eat your food!" Kyle shouted, hitting me on the back of the head. I jumped, and opened my eyes slowly, rubbing the sleep out of them. "But Kyle...." I whined, eyeing my food critically. "I don't want to eat this nasty shit... and I'm tired...." I went back to put my head on the table, but he pulled me up by the back of my shirt.
"You've got to eat something Beccs." Kyle said. "Or else... you'll starve to DEATH, and we won't have a Becca with us... any more...." He threw his hand up to his forehead dramatically.
I laughed. "Fine. Just because you're so pathetic." I stabbed my spork into the meatloaf and brought it up to my mouth.
"BECCA, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Came the very familiar voice of Keisha from across the lunchroom. She started running towards me at full speed. Everybody was looking, and Kyle groaned. "Not again." he muttered.
"Girl, what are you DOING?!" Keisha knocked the spork out of my hand, and it fell to the floor. "DO you want to die?! It's MYSTERY MEATLOAF DAY!" She looked horrified, her brown eyes widened.
"But Keisha... Kyle made me do it!" I jabbed my finger towards Kyle for dramatic emphasis. Kyle got up and ran, laughing. Keisha followed, shouting at him. I didn't bother to follow, but I knew they'd be back in about 5....4.....3......2.....1....
"Becca, you shouldn't let Kyle talk you into doing stuff! he's an idiot!" Keisha said, as she and Kyle sat back down at the lunch table.
Kyle frowned. "I'm not an idiot... I'm just intelligently challenged!" Keisha rolled her eyes. "This is why Mom feels bad for dropping you on the steps."
Keisha and Kyle are twins, same age as me, which is almost 16. They're black, and proud, as they both would say. They're taller than me(but short people are cool anyway...)and they both have large, chocolate brown puppy dog eyes. Keisha has long braids that go down to her waist, and Kyle's go down to his shoulders. They look so much alike sometimes I can't tell the difference. Well, except... Keisha has boobs... Kyle doesn't. They're my best friends, if not my only friends. We pretty much do everything together. People don't bother me much, because they're both in a gang. All I hear them say is, "GD!" but I don't really listen to that. That's probably why they love the color blue... But really, they've got my back, and are amazing people.
"Guys, let's go upstairs to my locker for something. I'm bored." They shrugged and followed me out of the lunchroom. My locker is on the second floor like right next to my advisory class. I hate my advisory teacher. She's a stupid bitch I swear.
"Beccs, has any girl talked to you about me?" Keisha asked, as we trudged up the gruesomely long steps, "Because an annoying bird was telling me the other day that that trick ass hoe Katrina was talking shit about me and i wanna know what's going on." Geesh, Katrina needs to close her stupid mouth.
"No, Key Wee, no one has talked to me about you," I said, heading towards my locker, "Why would they unless they want to start a fight though, right?" People always want to fight both Keisha and Kyle. I guess it comes with being "GD" right? It took me a while to accept that, if I wanted to be friends with the crazy blue loving twins, I would have to put up with the constant dramatic bull shit that they have to put up with daily.
"Yeah that trick probably does want to start a fight with my Key Wee," Kyle said, "But she's too afraid to say anything to Key Wee's face because she knows she'll get her ass kicked." I stopped listening to the two of them go on about Katrina and fighting as I got closer to my locker. Something was different about it. I just couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until I was standing right in front of it that I realized what was wrong. Someone had broken the lock on my locker.
"Damn Bee!" Keisha said, looking at my broken lock, "Someone sure did pop your lock, girl. Is anything missing?" I hoped not, although the only things in there were my empty backpack, a few class notebooks, and a library book. I don't keep a lot of things in my locker.
"There's nothing missing," I said, as my eyes settled on something that wasn't there when I got to school, "But there's something new in here now." Without waiting for either of them to ask what it was, I pulled it out. It being a red envelope with my name written on it in white ink, and in very delicate handwriting. A letter.
"Beccs? "Kyle said, uncertainly, "That looks like a love letter."