Friend
Oh boy, buckle up your seatbelt because this is going to be a crazy ride (pun intended). It all started second semester of freshman year, after I had gone home for the weekend. I didn’t want to take an Uber from the airport back to school at night so I decided to ask my friend if he could pick me up from the airport. The only problem was that he didn’t have a car, so I let him borrow my keys. It was all fun and games until I told him I didn’t need him to pick me up anymore. Guess what he decided to do? He kept my keys for 2 months and DROVE my car without my permission. One time I was walking back from class and I saw him pull out of the parking lot with my car. You wouldn’t believe how confused and upset I was. I think the worst part of the whole situation was that he wouldn’t give them back to me. Who does that?
Parents
I have something to tell you both. Before you say anything I need you to understand that I had no other options. I decided to ask *Marcus to pick me up from the airport. I was willing to do anything as long as it saved me from getting picked up by a random person. Do you remember the time where the Uber driver offered me weed? Would you rather have had that happen again? I know he isn’t on the insurance and I was really reckless to have let someone else drive my car. I promise that I won’t ever let it happen again.
*Name was changed
Professor
There are times when you sense how something will turn out. However, in this situation, I certainly could not have foreseen the repercussions of my decision. About a year ago, I asked my friend to pick me up from the airport using my car. I trusted that he would be careful and considerate, yet I was sadly mistaken. Shortly after he decided to take my car out without my permission. Oddly enough, he would flaunt the fact that he still had my keys. I learned a lot through this experience, primarily to set proper boundaries with my friends. I also learned that while being assertive is difficult, it is necessary in some instances.
It’s interesting how just by reading the first sentence, you can tell that it is addressed to someone different. It got me interested in how you were going to tell the story to each person. I would love to read a letter addressed to *Marcus someday…
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