dear quinten,
i had a conversation with my parents.
it went like this:
"did you have fun at school?" dad said
".." i shrugged.
"how's your friends?" mom asked.
i gave her a thumbs up.
"that's good" she said.
"any boys i should know about?" dad teased.
i shrugged again.
mom sighed, "well who are you writing for?"
i didn't reply, quinten.
i panicked & ran to my room.
i haven't talked to them.
it's been 3 days.
YOU ARE READING
from me. [unrequited part 1]
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