4:22 P.M., 5/18/15
Dear Anonymous,
It's a new day,
And I tried to be bright,
Feel the sun kiss my shoulders,
After I surfaced the wave.
But Christine won't talk to me at all,
And I am nothing but a small fish,
In the school of sharks.
To make matters worse,
I think I failed my test –
It just creeped up on me,
Like a predator would its prey.
I wonder what my dad will say...
YOU ARE READING
Messages in a Bottle
Short StoryThe letters of a girl, who finds herself lost at sea - metaphorically, of course.
