Dear Estella,
It dawned upon me that I have nobody to share my room with on the school trip.
We would always be together, you and me. Going to school, coming back to school, for lunch, lab partners, project team, etc. It used to be nice- to laugh with someone like a moron and not feel like one at the same time.
I don't know if I should even come for the trip this year. Everyone has made their small, close-knit groups. As soon as I try approaching them, one of them shoots me this don't-rain-on-our-parade-bitch look and I take a step back and look away.
I saw you writing yours and Stella's name on the list for the rooms.
Love,
Azura
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Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
