“Dear desperate bitch,
I don’t know how the fuck you found my address or some shit but you need to stop sending these fucking letters. I don’t care about your life, I don’t care you want a boyfriend, I don’t care. I just don’t.
You need to learn to get a fucking life instead of sending strangers letters. What kind of shit is this? You’ve gotten yourself in the wrong place. You don’t want to get even more involved with me then you already are.
You may want to meet me or some shit, but believe me that won’t be happening. No need to meet me, No need to send shit letters, No need to be a desperate bitch. Calm you fucking hormones and go cry to your mom or something.
Do not send any more fucking letters. If you do, you’re never going to get out of my life. I’d recommend taking a chill pill and go fuck someone.
Goodbye,
Mother fucking king of I don’t give a fuck.”
Wow…that was…harsh. Who has the guts to even send that kind of letter to someone you don’t know? Clearly this guy.
Well I don’t give a shit if he doesn’t want me sending anymore letters. I am sending one back. Two can play at this game.
I grab my pencil to begin writing when my sister barges in.
“LARA DID YOU TAKE MY CURLING IRON?!” She booms.
“Why the hell would I take your curling iron?” I glare. I mean really it’s a curling iron. Who gives a shit. I just let my hair be. She knows that too.
“Because you take any other shit from me.”
“If it’s shit why would I take it?” Haha. Her face changes as she gets even more tense and pissed off at me.
“Bitch” She mumbles and storms out of my room. She’s the damn bitch here.
Okay back to writing this letter….
“Dear Mother fucking king of I don’t give a fuck,
Nice name you got there tiger.
Now look I don’t know who you think you are but you have no right in sending that type of letter to someone you don’t know. Plus you can’t boss and threaten someone THROUGH A FUCKING LETTER. I’m sorry but I don’t think so.
Now I just want to meet you and see how much of a bad ass you really are.
Sincerely,
You’re not so bad ass anymore.”
That should teach him not to mess with mother fucking Lara. I fold it up as small as I can just to piss him off and put it in the envelope.
Off to the post office I go. I would just put it in the mail box but that means it won’t be sent till tomorrow. I know mail wasn’t sent yet today so might as well just take it to them.
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Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionLara Rufus doesn't have a lot of friends. Her sister and her always fight. There's really no civil conversations, so why not write? Lara starts writing letters to a random address, she thought in her head. Little did she know, it was a real place. W...
