Finn was this jock who liked Violet's friend Nina. So apparently that put him in our social group.
He was also in my art class.
"What are you drawing," he asked me.
Was he blind? Could he not so obviously see that I was drawing bridge.
It was a bridge! Over a river!
How could you not see that?
I angrily wrote him a letter.
Finn,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. Please get your eyes checked. It was obviously a bridge.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
