mia | lee felix

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Email: kittyfelix@gmail.com
Subject: Help

Hey, I'll give you an extra $10 if you can get me my Math homework by tomorrow morning.

Viv

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I take a deep breathe and hit send. My shoulders instantly relaxing yet never have they felt so tense.

It's been 4 months since my grades have been up shits creek, my brother gave me the email of the senior valedictorian who's side hustle is to do other peoples essays on top of his own.

I stare at the email hyper fixating on what I've just done when a ding indicates a new email has made its way into my inbox.

That was fast, I think to myself.

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Reply From: viv.samson@hawthaca.com.au
Subject: Help

Viv?

I'm not in the business of letting my classmates cheat, or having someone do my work for me

and neither should you.

F

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Goody two shoes. I murmur under my breathe.
I check the email my brother scribbled onto my notebook during lunch, it's a perfect match.

I sigh in defeat. Looks like I'm going into another semester failing all classes.

Still, I try to back pedal with another email that my fingers hesitantly type;

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Reply to: kittyfelix@gmail.com.au
Subject: Help

Look "F"

Pretend you never got this email, okay?

Viv

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It's not like I want to cheat. I know it's stupid and really outdated to stoop to this level, but I can't seem to focus on anything lately. I need to pass my senior year, we're coming up to the last semester and I'm this close to getting out of here. As far as I'm concerned, i'm just one small evil little step (like cheating) away from being 3 hours from my over bearing perfectionist parents.

ding

I snap out of my thoughts

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Reply From: kittyfelix.com.au
Subject: Help

Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just noticed that your contact email is @hawthaca which I know is for Hawthorn Academy west of the city...you're either smart or your parents donated a swimming pool to the school if you go there.

F

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I take a heavy breathe in and let it out.

"Both" I say out loud to my empty bedroom.

I look around before typing a reply back to Felix.

The pop-culture posters on the wall that my desk lay against. The pile of text books lay on my desk like ancient artefacts that haven't been touched in years. I draw my attention to the shelf of doom. I call it the shelf of doom because it beholds all of my "golden years" and trophies won when I had the energy. My mum won't let me remove the shelf of doom from my room because it's "just a good example on what we're working towards" I sigh. We?

Every first place trophy, first place ribbon, medallion and team photo on there is about as ancient to me as a 30 year old revisiting their child hood bedroom. A total misrepresentation of who I am now. With no new additions being made to it in 2 years, it's the perfect reminder to me of who I was, what I could have been.

ding

Pulling myself out of my own head, I look down at my email to find another new message.

Reply From: kittyfelix@hawthaca.com.au
Subject: Help

Look, we start off on the wrong foot.

I'm Felix.

You are?

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Author Note: 2019
this is probably one of the very few chaps that'll be in text talk, it'll be hard to transition but mEH

have y'all seen the teaser images bc Felix looks like a damn snack omG

//sweats profusely in Australian slang//