I've Got a Brand New Pair of Rollerskates

To You, Dear Reader

By the title and all the descriptions and the feel of this in your hand, you're probably almost sure that this is a love story.

     The typical boy-meets-girl plot and then girl-hates-everything and then something, I don't know, maybe Fate brings them together in a class or whatever crass, which leads them to this cutesie friendship then to this blossoming romance then something horrible goes and it either she ends up dead or they break up. Or even vice versa or same-sex people meet and have this secret relationship and then they break up because they get caught or some shit like that. Nope, it's nothing like that nothing at all.

     I may be in high school, but not all teenagers are in love. Maybe with Cara Delevignge, yes, but anyway.

     Well, yeah, maybe you might think it is one as the story goes on, but no, I'm not that predictable. A part of me tells me that this is actually a tragedy, but no, that's pretty heavy a word. This is most probably a love letter or as close as a love letter can be. Or a something. i seriously do not know. But a love story that starts with fireworks yet ends in a pouring rain of tears? No thanks.

And with all the fuzzy feelings you might feel about this, I bet you'll convince yourself that this really is a love story, then suit yourself. 'Cause this really isn't. Not even close.