Zina had thought all day about the mysterious “D.” She couldn’t concentrate on Gwen’s prattle, which was actually something of a blessing when it came right down to it. She was as snobby as they came. The only time she would perk up was when Gwen would reminisce about her childhood and tell her all kinds of stories from her own point of view about Lain. Lain was one of those kids who never seemed quite “suited” to having money, and whenever they would play together, for some reason she would always be a drama queen and have some sort of crazy meltdown. Gwen speculated that it was because Lain was an only child and had never been accustomed to wealth or other children.
Zina would just quietly listen as she spoke, never expecting any real feedback. However, it was obvious that for some reason, this artistic, penniless freak’s opinion actually meant something to her. She obviously viewed Zina as edgy and interesting, and sought her approval at every turn. Usually, her desperate attempts to brag about her own edgy streak fell flat and left Zina feeling markedly embarrassed for her.
It was so much easier for both of them if Zina tuned her out. That way, Gwen wouldn’t be put off by Zina’s tolerant but condescending smiles, and Zina wouldn’t go insane from the incredible lack of depth in Gwen’s mundane, but privileged, life. Instead of listening, she busied herself articulating a response, and the second she got the chance to sneak away for a lunch break, she held her phone tightly and typed her message with shaking hands.
I don’t know where you came from but your words spoke to me on so many levels. It’s as if you have nearly the same brain as I do, it’s uncanny. I’m so happy that you contacted me, it’s been a long time since someone has renewed my faith in humanity. Thank you for that.
Most people would think that I’m crazy for answering a letter from a stranger, especially someone on FaceSpace, but there is just something about your message that really spoke to me. Which friend are you a friend of on my list? I would love if maybe all of us could go out sometime and hang out. Maybe that way I can find out whether or not you really are too good to be true.
I noticed that you don’t have a whole lot of pictures or posts up. In fact, your profile looks brand new. I understand what it can be like to have FaceSpace hacked. Most people won’t accept you twice though, not after all the reports of fake accounts and the horrible people connected to them. Did you see the statistics about how many children have gone missing after accepting strange friends on FaceSpace? It’s a terrifying world out there.
Do you have children? How old are you? Don’t be afraid to be honest with me. The fastest way to make me reject you is to lie to me, because I always find out. Even if you think you’re too ugly for a FaceSpace picture, I can tell you have a good heart. I’m curious to find out more about you. Thanks for taking the time to write that beautiful message. I hope that this one finds you well.
Until we speak again,