Dear Mr Player,
Do you even care about the hearts that you broke along the way to your popularity?
If being a cheap human being, is what gets rewarded in this school, i think i should move right now.
Don't you think about your future sometimes?
Popularity in highschool, won't get you anywhere in the future.
I'm giving you advice instead of hate this time (Well...just a little bit of hate is also sprinkled in)
Instead of trying to be 'the popular one' right now, and kissing all these girls, you should focous on your studying. That's what school is for, anyways.
I KNOW, your not going to listen to me.
But, listen to me when i say THIS: I work hard and do my best in everything i do. I want to be someone that'll change the world in the future. You? You do no homework, don't put effort in anything, and you're a lazy moron. What do you think you'll be?
A hero?
You're nothing but cheap.
"Love",
Not a fan
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Sending the letter into the guy's locker, was starting to become a routine for me. It was simple. Open his locker, slip the letter in and leave.
But today was a little different.
When I opened the locker, the letter that I sent was gone, but in its place was another letter, with a small,fake rose TIED to it.
Was it meant for me?
Even if it wasn't I would still take it, but, I had a feeling it WAS for me.
I took his letter out and put mine in its place.
I quickly shut his locker and looked down at the letter. Written in messy handwriting on top of the letter was:
TO: NOT A FAN
FROM: MR.PLAYER
I snorted as i walked down the hallway. Great, he was going to try and defend himself.
Not on my watch.
I ripped the fake rose of the letter and chucked it in the nearest garbage can.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr.Player
Short StoryIn which a girl hates the schools player, so she decides to write hate letters to him, surprised when he writes back.
