"I don't want to go to that school." I frowned.
George sighed, "Come on! It's the best school we visited so far!" He waved the letter around.
I picked up another envelope, "No, it's the worst. How about Providence?"
"Just because you embarrassed yourself on the tour, doesn't mean it's the worst school." George threw the envelope I was holding in the trash.
I pulled it out the bin, "Fine, you go. I'll go to a different school. You wouldn't want me to be a cock blocker anyway."
This time George ripped the envelope, "Please, Bri. Pleeaasse."
I sighed, "Fine, but you owe me big time." I sat down on my bed.
George hugged me, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
I pushed him off, "I swear you're more of a girl than a boy."
George ran out the room screaming, "I'm going to Bryant!"
I rolled my eyes. How can he be so happy all the time? Doesn't he realize how much the world sucks. My dad is right. We really are complete opposites.
I walked to my desk, and opened up my laptop. What shall I do? Hmm, let's write a letter to my ex-boyfriend who crushed my heart.
Dear Motherfucker,
No, that's too nice.
Dear Ungrateful Son of a Bitch,
Much better.
Remember when I first kissed you? Yeah, that's right. The girl made the first move. Shocker, huh? You were like an innocent little puppy. You were so happy, and you wouldn't let me go. By the way, I knew that you had a crush on me since six grade. I just didn't say anything about it. Then, you got cute. You reached puberty and your voice got deeper. How could a girl resist? You changed your awful hair cut. It looked like you had a receding hairline! You lost weight, and formed a pretty nice body. You lost acne instead of gaining it. I remember that I made fun of your one dimple. Don't worry it was cute back then. Now, it's annoying.
You know that you're missing out, right? You will never be able to touch my ass, or brag to your friends. You will never be able to say, "I banged her last night. Me, a sophomore, banged a girl in college! I am a legend!" You will never grope my boobs again. You had fun doing that, right? Well, kiss it goodbye. I know you're going to read this, and then tell your friends I'm a psycho, clingy bitch. Guess what? I don't care! I'll just come in and tell all your friends about your little fetish. You would like that, right? Bye, Kyle! Go to hell!
Love,
Brianna
I deleted the document. That made me feel a little better. I wish I had the nerve to send it, though. Or even say it to his face. The look he would have would be priceless, I'm sure. I actually kinda missed him. I liked how he had to tilt his head down to kiss me. It made me feel like someone was looking over me literally and figuratively. He was my guardian angel. I liked it when he pulled me towards him by the waist. I liked staring up at his blue, gray eyes always twinkling with charm and humor. Why couldn't it stay like that?
I sighed, "Because 'You're going to college, and the long distance thing is too hard.'"
I imitated his annoying voice that I once thought to be sexy. I refuse to think good things about him. It will just make the tears come faster.
Graduation Day . . .
I decided not to wear a dress like all the other girls. No one said it was mandatory. I wore jeans and a tank instead. I wore flats too. To be honest, it was mostly because it was comfortable, but also because I hate dresses.
