I'm angry. No, not angry. I'm furious. I'm also incredibly hungry, which amplifies my emotions. I'm furious because of Dan. I'm hungry because it's been five hours since I've had food. If I die of hunger, I'm coming back to get him in trouble. I'm not messing around anymore. But he doesn't have to know that.
Here's the thing. I've often been underestimated as a short, nerdy girl. Those times, it wasn't a good thing. This time, it will be. If I play my cards right, Dan will think, in my small girl brain, that I have forgotten. If he doesn't, well fudge.
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Look What You Made Me Do: Rewrite
Non-FictionThis is not a joke. The alarms are ringing. It's happening again. Yes, I'm rewriting Look What You Made Me Do. And this time, it's here to stay. ============================================================ There's a story out there that's 100% true...
