Dear Sheila,
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! Tomorrow's the first day of school, I don't know what I am supposed to do, without you Sheils. How am I supposed to walk down the halls without getting everyone's pitying stares or just plain ignored. I just want to be treated the same as everybody else, without being branded as the dead girl's friend (no offence). Yeah I guess I know people, but to call them my friend? Even then, they were friends with Sheila and Cass, not Cass and Sheila. It feels everything is attached to you; one big telephone wire connecting thousands of houses.
Who is going to want to be friends with me? My personality is a bowl of Cheerios compared to a bowl of Lucky Charms. Everyone tolerates the classic, standard bowl of Cheerios. But what they really want all the time is their Lucky Charms.
But... maybe just maybe...I'll find someone who prefers toast for breakfast.
Best wishes,
Cass
Intresting...no reads...so now I am writing a story...for myself...interesting indeed...
Well at least I know that I like it, and that's all I have to say about that.
Rant of the day: how come my parents don't get my sense of humor?
Hasta la Vista,
Me
YOU ARE READING
Dear Sheila
Teen FictionDear Sheila, I heard the news. Two shots of poison and now your dead. It doesn't make sense. For someone who had everything you gave it away pretty quick. So why Sheila? Please tell me. My condolences, Cass
