Jesse,
Okay, I was glad and worried that you didn't turn up to English today. Unlike yesterday I actually got on with some work. And because I don't have a phone I couldn't text you to see if you were in college or not.
But then I was eating in Kenwyn and some chick came up to me, claimed to be your cousin, to tell me that you were in hospital.
HOSPITAL? What the hell, Jesse?! Either you're fucking with me or you actually are in hospital. Just as soon as you can message me, or tell me which hospital you're at.
And if you're seriously hurt, in a coma, or whatever, I'm sorry for being in a mood with you because honestly, I miss you. Even if it has only been twenty-five hours since you last annoyed me. YOU NEED TO GET WELL.
Get better soon.
Love, Morgan. X
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Five, not Seven? (2 - complete)
Novela Juvenil[PART TWO OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after having made conversation and finding out that they go to the same...
