I would be lying if I said I wasn't completely freaking out about my date with Reece.
I hadn't ever gone on an official date. In fact, I'd go as far as to say I was completely clueless when it came to boys.
I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.
So I called my witchy cousin, Cylee. Who, even though I nearly despised her, did actually know a ton more about boys than I did.
"Hey Cy, it's Cait, and I was just wondering... could you give me some advice? It's about a boy," I told her.
She squealed from the other end of the call.
"Don't worry. I'll tell you everything you need to know."
Cylee,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. Thanks for the advice.
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Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
