if you get this i'm goNe

Ch 8

Jenna Hayle
(the rival captain)

Coach said I had to go to her funeral. Something about sportsmanship or something. So I did go, and I sat through the entire thing, paid my respects to her mom and left. I didn't stay for anything else. Honestly I didn't think about it much until I got the letter. The letter was a new side to her -- a side I would have almost liked. It didn't bother me much. I just laughed.
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Dear Jenna Hayle (aka fucktard),
If you got this I'm gone. No this is not a joke but don't worry. I'm happy. If things go right you will understand.
Usually I'd thank people for good memories. You? You're different. I'm gonna thank you for the upsetting memories.
First of all, thanks for breaking my ankle you fucking cheater. You are a horrible person. You can rot in hell, with your team of asshats. You think you're so good. You and your private school. But guess who got scholarships for soccer. Guess who's team went to state and WON? This girl!
Second of all, I don't really hate you. I fucking despise your guts. Being near you is torture, and if your head gets any bigger it will explode. While debating ways to kill myself, this came to mind. I could just jump from your ego to your IQ.
Most of my letters were long, allowing me to properly thank them for everything they'd done for me, but I only have one thing to say to you. Go to fucking hell, you utter piece of shit.
Thanks for nothing,
Laila Payne #25
(aka state champ)

p.s. put your money whEre your mouth is
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She's such a joke.