Dear Chloe,
You know what compares to you? Turd.
Nah, even turd seems better.
You're worse than shit.
Today we beat you up even worse.
And I enjoyed that.
To be honest, even ripping out your notes was fun.
Like, I mean, the teachers were gonna give it an "F" anyway.
I couldn't see your face because of the hoodie but your lips were constantly shaking.
Like you were about to cry.
But you didn't.
Damn, I'd love to see you cry.
Love,
ALEX