Post by zambini on Feb 8, 2010 14:42:31 GMT -5
Urrrrrgh ... Michella thought, as she took her quill and a piece of parchment to an empty classroom. As soon as she sat down, the quill scratched across it and didn't stop until a) It needed ink or b) it was finished ... the title.
The title read, in her swirly script writing, Ways to tell Cole without hurting him...
She dipped her quill into ink. She could think of no way to do it without hurting him. So she wrote a letter.
Cole.
I have no idea why I am even telling you this for when you've read it, you'll hate my guts for sure. Before you read on I want you to know that I truley did crush on you for ages and I seriously never meant for this to happen. I hate myself more than you will when you've finished reading.
Do you remember the day in the North Tower, and I remembered I needed to go to a party? Well, we were getting dressed and seriously hammered in the Common Room so we were pretty drunk when we left. I got to the party and had no supervision for the first party ever. I sat next to this guy called Charlie in the bar, drunk more Firewhiskey and ... he took me home. With him. And long story short, I am no longer a virgin. We shall put it that way.
You have every right to hate me, despise me and hell, you can kill me if you like. God, I really want to die because I really hate myself for hurting you. But please consider trying to go back out with me. I am stuck between you and him, though God I wish I wasn't.
I hate myself. I feel like such a fugly slut.
Love,
Michella Ziva Smyth, xx
Her eyes scanned the page. She sighed. "Why did I even do it?!" Michella felt tears creep up to her eyes. She hated herself.
The title read, in her swirly script writing, Ways to tell Cole without hurting him...
She dipped her quill into ink. She could think of no way to do it without hurting him. So she wrote a letter.
Cole.
I have no idea why I am even telling you this for when you've read it, you'll hate my guts for sure. Before you read on I want you to know that I truley did crush on you for ages and I seriously never meant for this to happen. I hate myself more than you will when you've finished reading.
Do you remember the day in the North Tower, and I remembered I needed to go to a party? Well, we were getting dressed and seriously hammered in the Common Room so we were pretty drunk when we left. I got to the party and had no supervision for the first party ever. I sat next to this guy called Charlie in the bar, drunk more Firewhiskey and ... he took me home. With him. And long story short, I am no longer a virgin. We shall put it that way.
You have every right to hate me, despise me and hell, you can kill me if you like. God, I really want to die because I really hate myself for hurting you. But please consider trying to go back out with me. I am stuck between you and him, though God I wish I wasn't.
I hate myself. I feel like such a fugly slut.
Love,
Michella Ziva Smyth, xx
Her eyes scanned the page. She sighed. "Why did I even do it?!" Michella felt tears creep up to her eyes. She hated herself.