DEAR Alex,
Today, along with pouring water on my hoodie, you snatched away my bag.
You took out all of my notes.
Handed some of them to your friends.
And tore them apart.
I had stayed up all night making them.
Those notes were my ticket out of this hell i.e. high school.
You guys destroyed my future.
I should hate you, Alex.
But I love you.
Why, why do I love you, Alex Storm?
Love,
CHLOE.