Dear Mackenzie,
Thank you for writing loser on my locker in red paint.
The haunting stares and glimmers of a smiles on my classmates faces hurt.
My stomach had this churned up weird feeling, like I was going to throw up.
Funny thing is though, there's nothing to throw up.
I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Yesterday night?
Yesterday morning?
I really don't know.
I think I had a banana for breakfast, I think my Mom made me eat.
She's started noticing how skinny I am.
But I'm sure she doesn't care.
Your sincerely,
Annie Leblanc.
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