I wish I could say there was a happy ending to this story.
I wish I could say my ex got the karma that they deserve or that I got some sort of elaborate revenge, but none of that happened.
In fact, nothing happened at all. There is no ending to this story.
One Thursday night in March, I walked out of color guard practice for the last time. I never saw my ex and I never heard from them again.
Everyone always talks about how much they hated quarantining due to covid, but I've never been able to relate. When the world shut down so did all the worst parts of my life.
I may not have had a senior prom, or a last day of school, or any of that stuff I deserved, but at least I escaped a bad situation.
And that's about as happy as an ending that you could expect from a story like mine.
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Look What You Made Me Do
Non-Fiction"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am...
