Dear Mikey,
Kudos on sticking my letter on my locker so I could see it sooner. Not kudos on puttting it on my locker. I'm pretty sure everyone who walked by it read it. And now the whole school knows I was a stupid child.
Well, at least Calum was stupider. Is that a word? Stupider? Eh. Let's make it a word. I'll go get a dictionary and put the word in there now. Right next to 'starfish'. Sure, that may not be alphabetically correct, but it's all good. All good.
Sometimes I wonder if starfish are considered to be actual fish. They don't go 'blub blub' and I'm not sure if they have gills,but they sure don't strike me as fish.
Maybe I should ask my science teacher these questions instead of you so I get a legit answer. But then again she'd probably send me to the guidance counseler if I asked any of the questions I want to.
They'd call me 'special'. I AM SPECIAL LOOK AT ME SHINE SO BRIGHT IN THE SKY CUZ I'M A STAR
I'm going to pass this to you next class. See, i can be a bad boy if I want.
I can break the rules.
I can pass notes in class.
I can risk getting a verbal warning. Come at me, punk!
Love,
Luke
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Love, Luke. (muke)
FanfictionDear Mikey, If we ever meet in real life, here's how you'll know it's me; I'll get tripped by someone and spill something on you. Just follow the chorus of 'Loser!'s. Oh, and I'm blonde with blue eyes. Love, Luke.
