Don't forget

First of all, an English letter written by a thirteen years old Norwegian girl can't be perfect. Yeah, I'm thirteen (or almost fourteen, but who cares? I'm still thirteen) and this is the first day of 2014 (in Norway). I'm you, me. The person who wrote this letter, and the person who's reading it right now. You. Me. Emma. I've no idea where you are now. What have you done to your life, where have you done it, why have you done it? I don't know. Are you a single lonely crip, or a married woman and mother of four? Okay you're not married, you're eighteen today, you can't be married, unless you did it today. But maybe you're engaged. That's not impossible. You might have children. I don't know. You might have an awesome job, or something horrible to do. Or not a job at all, but I doubt that. Unless you're still in school. Okay, I know you're still in school, you're eighteen, right? Of course you're in school, you care to much about your life to stay outside of school. Have you got any friends? That's the most important question, because I know you've had problems with that. Three years with only two friends who both treated you badly. When you found a better friend, they refused to let you be with her. Everything for better in the new school, though (I think secondary school is the right translation). You did come in another class than your "friends", which made your life much easier. You got new friends. Your earlier "friends" become your real friends. You're life became better. Celebrate that. Be happy for your (most likely) awesome life, but please, don't forget the past, how bad it feels to have no real friends. Maybe someday you'll have to help your own children deal with that problem. Love, Emma (Me, You)