Dear Social Sacrifice,
Trevor asked me to homecoming today. Yeah, I know waht you're going to say. He's too old, He's not your social rank blah blah heard it all before. Okay so he's 15, almost 16, so what? He can almost drive, he's not that much older. I'm almost 15. And yeah I realize he's a jock and everything but still, why can't the nerd get the guy in the end? I'm no damsel in distress, I can slay a dragon! Where did I just go? That doesn't even...Okay then.
The bottom line is, I have a date to homecoming!!!! EEEP!!!!!! So uncool there, I know, but what have I got to lose?
Everything.
Not really.
Yeah really.
LIfe sucks.
Is it social sacrifice to steal another girl's guy?
Yes.
We'll get to that later. Don't feel like writing now.
Battlingly, (can that even be a word?)
Wren Marie
P.S. I've got a date! I've got a date! I've got a date!
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Dear Social Sacrifice
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