It is I, your 21-year-old self, here to give you some advice and such. (I know, I'm soooooo old, older than you ever imagined. You didn't get much past 16 in your head, up until after you were 13, even.) You, sweetheart, have an interesting fifteen years ahead of you. You'd best buckle in. It's not an easy ride, but you're a gifted child and you'll make it through. More than anything, you've got wits and spirit.
You love school and you love reading. Good, keep up with those things. They matter to us. Education, knowledge, learning as much as we can about the universe, those are incredible things. There's an infinite amount of knowledge and potential out there and the more we learn, the more we can learn. Stories, above all, will be our deepest love, but you keep reading all those nonfiction texts that interest you so much. They matter, too.
People won't always like you, sweetheart, and that's okay. You're gonna deal with some kids in school, pretty soon here, who won't treat you kindly. You'll have to deal sometimes without having friends. It's okay, though. Just remember, they don't like you because of them, not you. They're jealous, most of them because school doesn't come as easily to them as it does to you, and some of them have other things going on. It's only human of them. You'll deal with them fine, but that's just something to know.
You have a lot of love and affection for others, often, more than they have in them to receive. It's okay. You'll learn how to control and disperse it properly, and you'll figure out how to channel all that fullness in your heart, painful as it sometimes gets, into other activities. But take care of your brothers. They do need that love, just the way I know you're already giving it to baby Michael. And remember, parents aren't always right, okay? They're human too, and they have a lot to teach you, but you have to trust yourself.
Things are gonna get pretty dark here in a couple of years. It's not your fault, okay? None of it is your fault. You'll need to figure out how to control and channel all that fear that's gonna become your driving force, but it's not your fault. No matter how people look at you, you can't help that you're going through this. And it's important for you and your life later. God knows what he's doing with you, and you'll be fine someday. You just do what you can.
Finally, I know right now you're really into The Little Mermaid and boys and you've got this big beautiful vision for yourself. You want to have waist-long hair and a devoted boyfriend and be popular and beautiful and probably a princess/singer/mermaid. I can't promise you all of that, especially by the age of 16. Sorry about that. But I can tell you that I've been growing my hair out for you the past year or two in order to help you get that part of the dream. So here's some pictures of how long I got our hair to.
So there you have it. I hope that's an acceptable tribute for you. Good luck, sweetheart.