September 4
Dear Mr. Popular Nerd,
Girls were throwing themselves at you today. I guess they figure they have a chance now that you broke up with her. They even followed you to the ice cream shop.
You were sharing your chocolate sundae with them. I'm watching you smile and laugh at the things they're saying, and I wish I was them.
I wish that I was blonde and pretty and bold so that you would notice me.
As I sit here eating my single vanilla scoop, I'm contemplating whether blonde curled hair would look good on me.
YOU ARE READING
Two Different Worlds
Short StoryShe, an unpopular jock. He, a popular nerd. How? Good thing they both love the same ice cream shop.