The Paper Airplanes [bxb]

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Dear Jonah,

You will never read this. I know this because I am going to fold this paper into an airplane and throw it out my window as soon as I write it. I'm only writing this in the first place because my counselor wants me to let my thoughts out into paper. This is stupid. You will never read this, and I will never have a use for this. You don't know who I am, anyway.

Sincerely,
That person in the black hoodie

Something sharp hit into the back of my head. "Ow!" I yelled, instinctively smacking it away. I leaned over to observe what it was, and picked up the small creation in my hands. It was a paper airplane, folded with passionate precision. The tip was slightly crinkled from slamming into the back of my head, but other than that it had perfect, crisp edges.

I lifted it up to throw it when I noticed writing on the bottom of it. I unfolded it to read it. It was a letter, addressed to "Jonah". I frowned, that was my name. Intrigued, I continued reading the letter. It mentioned a counselor and the writer made it clear that they did not want to write it.

I looked around for the person who threw it, but the only thing behind me was a Starbucks. All of the customers were sitting and drinking coffee peacefully. Shrugging, I thought of it as a coincidence and threw the crumpled paper away.