Dear Jake,
So I'm writing these letters and stuff at night, when I'm supposed to be asleep. For some reason I've been really tired lately, so I don't know how much more of these I can write. I've decided that it'll be fifty letters. Sadly, this is number twenty five. We're halfway through. And after, I don't know. Maybe I'll give them to you, or throw them away. Or I could actually talk to you. I really don't know.
Love Always,
Your Lost 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...
