1 more hour. 1 more hour till the party. 1 more hour till hell. I didn't usually go out but my best friend Madison practically begged me to. I didn't like party's, especially if my ex-boyfriend was hosting. Austin,what a dick. He cheated on my then acted surprised when I dumped him for it. He acted really hurt too. Maybe he was, or maybe he was just good at sweet talking. Either way I was done with him.
Madison: what are you wearing
Me: no clue
Madison: wtf I'm coming over
Me: no
Madison: see you soon
Me: no
Madison: omw
Madison coming over without my permission wasn't rare. I went downstairs and sat on the couch waiting for Madison's annoying rhythmic knock which was absolutely useless because right after she barges in. As soon as I heard the tune I stepped in front of the door so she could see my annoyance as soon as she entered. As soon as she saw my face she gave me a pouty lip. "But I got your mail for you" she said throwing me the envelope. "So what did you tell your mom" she asked falling onto the couch." Uh I said I was staying over your..." I paused focusing on the letter. I didn't recognize the address. I opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of lined paper. "Who even writes letters anymore"
Madison asked laid out on my couch eating chips very,very loudly. I opened the folded paper to see familiar handwriting.
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Meet me on the roof mod 3/4 on Monday...
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It was odd and Madison was right, who writes letters anymore? Why not a anonymous text, and how did they get my address? I forgot about the letter and continued to get ready for this stupid ass high school party. Sure they seem fun but I can get really crazy and regret lots of things.
Sorry this chapter was so short!
Most will be longer -a
