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[ajoe]

An Anne Frank what-could-have-been fiction I wrote in 2002 for fanfiction-net. My, has it been that long? ^^:; Hahah, apparently some people didn't like the idea of fanfictioning the diary, though, so it got removed. But thought to share what was on my mind and how I wrote 3 years ago, typos and all.


Reborn

Friday, 4 October 1991

Dear Kitty,

I doubt you remember me. I had forgotten you for awhile. I know, I know, I can't believe it myself. At one point you were a major part of my life. You held everything I couldn't tell anyone else. Those years when we were in the Secret Annex, on our toes always in fear of being found out. Those years were the in the past, a long time ago, but so important I should've never forgotten about it. Yet I did. somehow.

When I was cleaning up the attic this morning, I found you back, and I started reading and reading. When I was finished it was dark already, and my stomach is grumbling because I haven't eaten yet, but I just have to write this one letter now.

You had helped me becoming a writer. My book based on the Secret Annex was published. The Van Pels sure didn't appreciate some parts I was referring about them, but those parts actually gave some humor to the book, I guess. Besides, I bet they're secretly grateful, too, becoming famous along with the publication of my first book.

You know, Kitty, I don't know why I had never realized it before, but, rereading my childhood entries, I was really conceited and arrogant. Maybe I still am now, but I think by realizing it, I'm better off now. I can't believe how I used to think so low of the others. I should've realized that no one is perfect. I myself have my mistakes, so I should never just point out other people's mistakes while no one else was pointing out my mistakes. I feel guilty, and I wish I had never thought that way of the Van Pels and my mom and Margot. I wonder if Margot said all those bad things about me in her diary, too. Or maybe she really was a nice person inside, not just on the surface. I should've never called her a goody-goody when she's genuinely kind-hearted.

This weakness was actually what made me forget about you. My fame ate me up. Money came to me as if they were falling from the sky. Before I knew it, I forgot that my days in the Secret Annex were horrible, not something to be rejoiced over. True, after awhile, my book wasn't the most controversial topic anymore, but that didn't take anything away from me. I grew rich, moved to London, married a nice man and had two darling kids, who now gave me many wonderful grandchildren. And then I forgot about everyone and everything. I visited my family only occasionally. Peter and her parents, meanwhile, I had lost track of. I also forgot about Miep and Elli, who were the two most significant women back in those days. I owed them my life. Yet after we were free, I forgot their kindness. I forgot to be grateful. Even if I went back to Amsterdam, I wouldn't know where to start searching.

They are gone now, Kitty, all of them. Mother and Otto and Margot, they had passed away. My parents died because of their old ages. Margot was very ill and died. I don't know about the Van Pels and Miep and her husband, but I suppose they are dead, too. I wonder about Peter, though. Is he still alive? I wonder where he is. I wonder if he remembers about all those adventures. and our first kiss. I wonder if he remembers anything at all. I don't really think so. Like me, he probably had forgotten about everything. But unlike me, he never kept a diary to remind him of the past.

Do you think it actually wouldn't matter, Kitty, whether I had survived or not from the Holocaust? I'm not in my youth anymore. At the end I'm going there, right? Oh, Kitty, Kitty, I don't know how I feel. I'm scared, I think. And guilty. And. I'm just overwhelmed. I mean, I'm glad I'll see Otto soon again, but all the same. if I could go back to the past, if I could start over after my book was first published. I just wish I had never forgotten anything, I guess. I wish I hadn't forgotten about you. I wish I hadn't been so selfish and think only about my selfishness. I bet all these years you were lonely, my friend. Please forgive me for neglecting you, but I promise you it won't happen again. I will start writing to you again. It's not too late to start, I think. Maybe I should go back to Holland after all. Maybe by some luck I could find Peter. It's not that I still want to marry him. no, no, I'm old now, and a silly little thing as passionate love isn't the most important thing in my life anymore. I just want to find him because, like you, he had shared my past, too, and that should bind us together, and so. knowing he's still alive should be a great comfort.

Yours forever,

Anne

[Snukes]

Intriguing. I can see why some people might have been offended, but nothing you did is distasteful, other than the writing itself, which might suggest to some that you mean to say it matters not at all whether Anne lived or died in the Holocaust. Actually, that's an interesting point of itself, but I'll leave it.

What I do quite like, though, is your attempt to project Anne's personality into the future. That's what, not quite 50 years? I'm not sure I agree with you that she'd feel guilt over what she had to say about the others she lived with. Her memories of them would continue to be only those of their time together in the house, unless you suppose she kept contact with them after. If anything, adding years might reinforce her opinions...

But interesting indeed. Seems like something like this could only work starting from a non-fictional account.

[ajoe]

An unfinished letter intended for a campus newspaper... wonder if my points and my positions are clear.

Dear Mommy,

Mother’s Day is almost here. Please let me say all these things I need to thank you for because only on this special day can I spare some time to appreciate and treat you.

Mommy, thank you for sending me to college and make me an educated human being. I’ve learned a lot here, such as how students have the right to complain when we’re not happy with something. Why do we have to spend so much money on textbooks? And why do we have to agree to a $10.40 raise per quarter when we could use the money instead to buy cigarettes and booze and slowly kill ourselves? New CDs, of course, are also essential to refresh us during our study breaks.

Mommy, I’ve also learned to be more tolerant. People were born different and we have to respect every one of them. We should encourage the minority ethnics, women, and the homosexuals to speak up, but the Christians, no one from that group has the right to disagree with anything. Whenever they speak up we make fun of them, calling them narrow-minded and forcing their beliefs on us. It’s only fair because they’ve already had their rule for centuries, and even now they are still the majority. Oh, I don’t really mind Christians, but only as long as they don’t mention their faith and keep their beliefs to themselves.

[Koa]

LOL this last one is really good... I think it is clear enough, and the way it's put sarcasticalyl is just lovely.

And I agree with Snukes on the Anne one.