A letter from Dec 15, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I hope you're doing well-that sounds fake, doesn't it? I suppose it is. Do we still want to become an author? I'd hope so. Maybe we've finished our book at this point! Is that very likely, no. I have a memory for you. Its doubtful that we've forgotten it, but lets make sure you remember in detail. Our does a holiday concert every year, and yesterday we performed. The concert for our grade division started at 7:15pm, so we had to be there at 7:00pm. Each class had their own sing to perform, and ours was third last. After all the classes perform, we go on stage, and sing "We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New year." So anyways, I had worn a flowy dress. It was black with little white cherry blossoms and pink tulips. It goes to my knees. I also wore thermal black tights, and cute brown heeled boots. We had a dresscode, and all the girls dressed like that. I had put my black curly hair in a half up down hair style, using the pretty white flower clip my grandmother had given me for my birthday. I had painted my nails pink, and I wore matching lip gloss. Also wore matching white flower earings. That sounds wonderful, right? Here's the interesting bit: So my class is just chilling in the library, with our french teacher chaperoning us. I'm just hanging with a couple friends. So then it's our act, so we go into the risers (a bit like bleachers that you stand on), and we sing our song. Not going into much detail about that, but like it was fun. When we get back, a friend of mine walks up to me, let's call him blond hair, blue eyes. So he say "I ate." (if you don't get that, I can't explain it.) and I agree with him. For some reason, we're told to go line up in the back, and face our French Teacher. I realizes she taking a photo, and I think nothing of it. I'm standing beside blond hair, blue eyes.  Then she says "Put your arm around the person next to you."  My stupid brain immediately thinks, oh! "Let's just pretend." So I hover my arm over his shoulder. And then he fricking puts his arm around, me and pulls me slightly closer to him. After that, he dosen't make eye contact with me for the rest of the concert.  Then I'm just like screw it, so I put my arm around him. Mind you, he absolutely despises physical contact, and I do too. But that was crazy.  Did you ever figure out if he liked me or not? I'm so confused. Also- have fun. You're going to need it. Bye Baddie. Also Btws Happy Bday!! Younger you.