Feb. 6
I can't put up with this shit any longer.
I walked up to your door at the start of lunch. You were sitting at your desk, typing. I knocked and you looked up.
You: come on in, my dear.
I closed the door and sat down at the desk closest to yours. My hands were shaking. I clenched my fists to make them stop. Then I looked right at you.
Me: there is something I have to tell you.
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Teen Fiction"Dear Corinne, do you ever feel beautiful? Cuz you are. Stunning. I wish I could be stunning. Love, Leigh" Leigh is a full out eat-alone, grade eleven loser. She has one friend who has to divide her time between dozens of people. And Leigh feels a...
