"It was you who left a box of chocolate dipped raisins at my door, wasn't it?"
"You've been giving me caramels almost every other day. I wanted to do something for you."
"That's sweet. You're lucky my other family members didn't see, though."
"For future reference.. who lives with you?'
"My brother, who is nice enough but kinda.. crazy, and my Dad. Well my brother would have eaten these on the spot, and my dad would've probably questioned me and my brother on who sent them and why and to which one of us.."
"And then I don't know what he'd do when he found out I got them from you."
"Damn."
"If I knew your locker combo and number, things would be a lot easier.."
"Nice try."
"You know mine! It's hardly fair that I don't know yours."
"You're right. But I don't need anything from you, remember? So it'd be easier if you didn't try giving me anything in the first place."
"But still.. thanks, Amira."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
