dear mom,
i was leaving english when i felt my should tapped.
i turned around and found cedric there with this large smile
on his freckle covered face.
"hey."
he told me with this huge smile.
why is he talking to me?
i gave him a quick hi because i had to leave.
aaron was waiting for me in his class.
i don't have a crush on aaron.
sometimes, i just feel really weird around him
and when people talk about him.
sometimes, i feel butterflies growing in my stomach.
sometimes, i think about him.
BUT it's nothing like what you think i have.
anyways, this is supposed to be cedric and how weird he is being.
not my weird problems involving aaron.
anyways, cedric is trying so hard for something.
i don't know what that "something" is.
but, ever since he heard what i said
he's been trying to talk to me A LOT.
it's getting pretty annoying now.
can he just stop doing this to me?
i really wish you were back from wherever you are at
because having to deal with him is annoying.
i don't know what to do.
i wish daddy was here too.
he could help scare him away or something.
love,
ann
messily scribbled in a flowery notebook paper as she quickly pushes through students to reach aaron's class.
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Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah