Apparently it is against the rules of the Mistletoe Dance to have fist fights in the middle of the dance floor.
Bradley, Cody, Cooper, some of his friends, and all of their dates were kicked out early.
Bradley drove me back to my house in Frankie 2.0 and we just sat in the car for a minute as I cried.
I'm done.
So done.
It was nice of Bradley to defend me but I was just done.
My mom was glad to have me back, but she was really upset when she discovered the bruises.
She's making me go to church today.
I didn't want to listen to the sermons today. So I decided to have my own one on one conversation with God.
God,
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. I'm not sure I believe in you or not. I'm not sure I believe in an afterlife. But I do know that soon I'm going to die. So I guess I'll get these answers soon.
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...
