Math bores Arabella. She would scribble some random notes at the back of her math notebook, pretending that she's writing some ACTUAL algebra notes. Other than that, she hates sitting beside Bitchy Brittany. Brittany had been hating Arabella ever since the third grade. Heaven knows why, Ara hasn't done anything to her, or at least doesn't remember what she has done.
"So, Ara, prom is coming up. Who are you going to ask? Oh, wait. No one will ask you anyway because you do not exist." Brittany laughs and shakes her head. "Face it, Mackenzie. No one will ever ask you on a date."
. . .
Arabella walks to her locker with her head down, looking at her lovely white floral vans and bumping into people once in a while. She arrives to her locker and got her backpack. She unzips the front pocket and there it is. The note again. She doesn't even know who would send notes to her, why that person wants to make her smile or feel loved.
She unfolded the note.
'I would ask you, Ms. Mackenzie. (:'
"Holy shit."
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Short StoryArabella Mackenzie, a girl who thinks is a ghost to everyone, receives these notes filled with such positivity and love from this mystery boy. Days, weeks, months she has been receiving them. Who could've sent these letters to her? {DISCONTINUED FOR...
