My moms parents came for Thanksgiving.
They bombarded me with questions.
"How is school?"
"Where are you going to college?"
"What are you going to be?"
"Do you have a job?"
"Do you have good friends?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Did you grow since we last saw you?"
I thought the questions would never end.
Then there was knock at the front door.
And there stood Bradley Pack in all his glory.
"Do you have any plans tomorrow," he asked.
"It's Thanksgiving," I said, "so yeah."
"Okay, how about Friday," he persisted.
"I'm free."
"Good, I'll see you then," Bradley turned to leave.
"Wait, what?"
But Bradley was already gone.
He had left me no option other than to meet him on Friday.
I closed the door and went back to my grandparents.
"Who was that?"
"That was Bradley."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
I shook my head and walked away.
Grandma and Grandpa Martin,
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. The answers to your questions are as follows: fine, I'm not going, nothing, no, sort of, no, not really, and absolutely not.
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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...
