My name is Sylvie Whitehouse. I am seventeen years of age, and my boyfriend is in love with his childhood best friend- Autumn Rose Davis. I hate Autumn. I hate Autumn. I hate Autumn. I hate Autumn fucking Davis.
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KNOCK "Sylvie, Pet, Finn is here!" I hear my mother yell from downstairs, and I jump off of my bed, "Coming!" I yell back down to her and rush downstairs. When I open the door, I walk out to his car where his other friend– jack is sitting in the back seat, "Hey, Sylv," he grins and I smile back at him "Jack" I acknowledge before turning to Finn, "Hey," I smile at him and lean in to kiss him but he just nods "Hey, Sylvie" Oh. "Is everything alright?" I ask, and he opens his mouth to respond before Jack chuckles from the back seat, "Nah, he's in a mood because Autumn--" I tune him out after that, ofcourse, it always comes back to that sweet little brunette girl he met when he was born, Autumn. Fucking. Rose. Stupid bitch.
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