Dear Jake,
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Yeah, I think you get it. I'm sorry. I'm super sorry for slapping your face. Why did I do it? You asked me what happened to my cheek. And I got upset, because I have an attitude. You kept asking questions, even though you've never talked to me before. So instead of answering, I slapped you. In my opinion, I didn't do it hard. You just looked at me, jaw dropping. Then you walked away. Now I feel bad.
-Kennedy
YOU ARE READING
fifty unsent letters
Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL Kennedy is in love. And by in love, I mean "in love." With a guy she's never even met. Yet for some reason he's caught her eye, and she has...
