Dear Jake
"Hey Kennedy. How you doing?" You asked quietly, sitting slowly on my hospital bed. I coughed, saying, "Oh, perfectly fine. I don't feel at all like I'm dying." Your smile got bigger, and then I said, "I was kidding." "Oh," and your smile faded. I took your hand, patting it lightly, and closed my eyes. "Promise me," I mumbled. You cuddled next to me on the bed, taking my other hand. "What?" "Promise me that you won't forget me," I whispered. You let out a throaty laugh, like you are trying not to cry. "What's so funny?" And I lightly slapped you. "How could I ever forget Kennedy Marie Harrison?" You smiled. "How do you know my middle name?!" I asked nervously. It's only been mentioned in my letters. "Oh, it says it on your doctors slip," you said. Good thing you haven't seen these letters....four more left.
Always Smiling,
Kennedy
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fifty unsent letters
Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL Kennedy is in love. And by in love, I mean "in love." With a guy she's never even met. Yet for some reason he's caught her eye, and she has...
