Note Twelve
Dear S.,
What a bitch. For your information, he and I are now back together, happier than before. He just asked me to Homecoming. Like obviously he still loves me and it was just a mistake.
~A.N.
I rolled my eyes at her obviously angry words aimed at me, feeling bad for her at the same time. Obviously the douche bag who had cheated on her had probably stolen some sappy song lyrics to praise the poor girl and she had fallen for it. But instead of just letting her messy scrawl pacify me, I opened my trademark purple Sharpie and wrote a biting response, hoping to get the message across.
Dear A.N.
Bitch please, next time you think everything's going great, don't go whining to a bathroom stall door. It's irritating. And a waste of the poor door's time. Come again soon! Cause you will eventually.
~S.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
