Dear Alyssa,
I'll tell the only teacher that cares about me, Mr. Jurek.
He's my gym teacher, but he treats me like I'm his child.
The principal is an ass, she doesn't give a shit about anything I already tried talking to her when people started rumors about me.
Yes, people are tAlking shit about me.
When do they not, though?
Everywhere I go someone finds out some secret about me and starts telling it to everyone.
Did I ever tell you about my 'friend' Harlee?
She's pretty much another Baustyn.
She pretends to be my friend then stabs me in the back.
She's tried talking shit about me behind my back.
She's tried taking my friends.
But she's never gonna win.
And I know that.
I won't let her win.
Even if I end up in the hospital with brain damage or a broken leg or smashed skull.
I won't let her win even if it's the last thing I do.
I can't lose.
I just can't.
It's part of me.
I never liked losing.
If I ever lose I'll lose a good fight.
I always have.
It's pathetic to lose a easy fight.
That's why I would always have a sprained wrist in sixth grade.
I didn't fall down the stairs or fall out a tree, I won a good fight, but I have awful wrists so they sprained.
I think I along ran because I was afraid to loose.
GUESS WHAT!!!!!
Tomorrow is Friday!! :)
Love,
Yours Only,
Tyler
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