"You played with my heart. I can never forgive you for that."
"We only have this moment, and it can all be gone in an instant."
Meet Rachel, bad-ass hot young 18 year old. Just by looking at her, you wouldn't think she faced a huge problem. But it a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♥:3k likes, liked by @racheldalitbagel Tags: @racheldalitbagel @ells.mars ~Fight me bish.~
32 comments: @jackie.lilac: would love to darling. Reply to @jackie.lilac: puhlease. Your names tattooed on the top of my list. @racheldalitbagel: yaaasss gurl!
I got home after school and checked my emails. I had recently posted a tutoring advert because I needed the money. I checked and there was a request. It said: 'Dear Miss Rachel, I have a 18 year old son, who has gotten really bad marks on his school reports. I was wondering if you could help him change and get better grades. I'll pay you double of what you originally asked for. Yours faithfully, Mrs P'
I sighed happily, "Its worth a shot." I said. I replied back,
'Dear Mrs P, This is Rachel speaking and I would like to take the opportunity of tutoring your son. I'll try my best to make him change. I go to Marc Louis High, just if you wanted to know my grades. If it's okay with you, I would like to start tomorrow at 7.00pm. Pls reply back asap. - Rachel'
I sent the replying email and went to my kitchen to get some hot chocolate. I went back to my room and checked the emails for a reply,
'Dear Rachel, It would be most lovely for you to come tomorrow. Our address is: 16 Portman Road L.A 90003. - Mrs P'
I read it out a smiled and wrote back a quick reply,
'Dear Mrs P, That address is only 10 minutes away! I'll be happy to come there tomorrow. See you then! - Rachel'
I sent it and drunk my coffee. Soon, I lay in my bed and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up and quickly got changed. I was feeling much happier than usual. I remembered about the emails. Weirdly, the name Mrs P sounded pretty familiar. I thought about it, but then I shook my head and shrugged it off.
Slowly, I walked to my motorcycle and sat on it. "Another school day." I said and rode off.
Hey lovelies! Third part published! I've got a question. Who do you think is Mrs P? ;)
