so today was the last day of my freshman year of high school
after school, i went to talk to my english teacher and we looked at the candy grams again
she compared them to everyone's handwriting in the class' notebooks
she concluded that no one writes their "a" like the one on the candy gram, so whoever it was must have changed their handwriting to disguise themself.
but
she said, even after i told her that he said it wasn't him, she said he probably lied, and she still thinks it was him
and i said "i wouldn't be surprised that he lied to me honestly"
and i proceded to tell her the basics of what happened with him
and she seemed very into it
i left out most of the story, just telling her about him flirting first and then me and cute nicknames during texting that became awkward during class when he pushed me away
and she said he probably started feeling a little weird since he's now technically an adult and i just kinda nodded and tried keeping my emotions in check
and she said he was "an old soul", which, that doesn't really mean much to anyone reading this, but i thought i'd share that
the thing is, i didn't get really emotional talking about him or what happened
i mean, i did blush a lot and kept giggling when i was talking about us flirting and him calling me nicknames
but i wasn't sad or angry or conflicted
it's like the storm subsided
i think i'm over him
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the end

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Humorthis is nonfiction, this is all legitimate stuff that's happened in my life but i can tell that it's not going to have a happy ending sorry ☹ (and i'm putting this book in the humor category because i think my life is a joke and people think jokes...