It's a Tuesday afternoon and school just ended. I was walking towards my bus when I see Jack. I stop, and I choose to pretend I didn't see him. "Cara!" he yells after me and I turn to look at him as if I didn't see him. Jack says nothing as he hands me a piece of paper. I run over to my bus and when I sit down I look at the paper. It is folded and on the top, it reads: TO: C.Marin. A shiver goes down my spine by the fact he spelled my last name correct. He never knew my last name or even saw it. I hid the note in my bag so I could read it once I got home. And that's what I did when I got home. The note read:
Dear Cara, Hit me if I spelled your last name wrong, this is not an "I'm sorry" note. All those times I kind of abuse you. You made me feel terrible about it. I am also sorry if I said or did anything to make you feel weird. I just don't want any hard feelings against each other. Hope you forgive me.
I stared at the note for a while and thought, 'Wow, He has really bad handwriting'. Then I remembered that day when he made those remarks about killing and kidnapping and how scared I was when he grabbed my arm. No! There is no way I can forgive him. I think he has a problem and he needs help. But I can't bring myself to hate him. The apology seemed pure but it looked like that he really did not mean it. I'm sure his behavior was due to him liking me. But that does not give him the excuse of being so direct.
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The Love Story That Never Happened
RomanceThis is based on a true story. It's to remind everyone that love can be found anywhere, even in dire times. This book is for one of the many loves in my life, Nallely. She encouraged and inspired me to write this so I thank her for that. Also, thank...
