Dear Anna,
Brendon White, the opposite of my type. If he was the last man on earth and I have no choice but to lose my virginity to him, I might as well NOT lose my virginity to him.
Pale, which I find uncanny since it's blazing hot here and I'm sure I'm already 2 shades tanner. Uptight -I wonder why, since I can't find a simple reason why his ego has to be through the roof. Mind me, this is the part where I'm going to curse. I know I promised no bad words just incase your nosy sister reads it (hi Cassandra) but I can't anymore.
Brendon White, an implicit asshole with the perfect mask over his bastard personality.
Love,
Your bitch best friend and I just fall from the chair.
I'm in so much pain.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Anna
Short StoryJonna writes. She writes to her best friend Anna about her holiday at her relatives' country side mansion. It's painful, to share a house with a family friend. Ever since "the White's" home were engulfed in flames, they had no choice but to live wit...
