Dear Jacey,
I don’t know what I did to make you so angry with me, but I’m sorry. If you felt rejected by me, it’s totally my fault. I should have explained better why I stopped eating lunch with you and Trish. I just didn’t feel like we clicked. It has nothing to do with whether or not I like you as a person. I know that you have good points just like anyone else. You’re smart and pretty, and you have a great best friend in Trish. You have a lot going for you. I want you to know that I forgive you for trying to ruin my new shirt. I also forgive you for calling me ‘Gor-olive.’ My Aunt Barb says that sometimes girls are mean to other girls when they are insecure. I don’t understand why you feel that way Jacey, but you shouldn’t. Like I said, you are pretty and smart. There is no reason for
