by Dani Atkinson
From Janey Doherty, 212 First St. West, Claresbridge, AB, T7H 0T0
Phone: 403.555.0186 Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
March 10, 2014.
To The Monster in my Closet, 212 First St. West, Claresbridge, AB, T7H 0T0
Dear M. Monster,
I am writing to inquire about possible openings at your company for an assistant or apprentice monster. I am interested in an entry level position that will grant me an opportunity for creative expression and potential for advancement into a full-time monstering career.
Though I have admittedly little experience with scaring others, I have a long history of being on the receiving end. I am as you know a lifelong recipient of monster originated frightenings. I also spend a great deal of time afraid of my three older sisters, who are all smarter and sweeter and prettier than me. So I am told. My mother wants me to cut my hair short like my sisters. They look good with short hair, and have smooth legs. My legs bleed from razors and itch from stubble that grows in only hours. My nails are never short enough. Mother makes me cut them again and again until they are bleeding too. I still cut them when she tells me. I am afraid of my mother.
Since entering junior high school and falling to the bottom rung of the social ladder, I also have been introduced to a wide variety of fears outside the home. The girls in class whisper about my nails and hair. They whisper very loudly. I have not dared log in to any of my online accounts in months. Last week I caught two ninth-grade boys lighting plastic crates on fire behind the gym. They held me to the wall, held the lighter to the hair on my legs. They laughed.
I am afraid all the time.