Heather l.s.

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Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead

The next day, the school was buzzing with the tumors that you both were dating.

But I was sure you would've told me first if something like that happened.

I was wrong....

During lunch, you announced in front of the whole cafeteria that you loved Heather and you guys were dating.

I could only stand by and watch Heather standing with his arms around your shoulder, warring that sweater you gave him while I stood feeling cold and sad.

I wanted to hate him, I really did.

How could I do that though? Not only was he pretty and popular, he was an angel.

he had helped me from embarassing myself the other day after all.

he really was an angel...

I still wishes he were dead though. I know I sound mean and harsh but I couldn't her it was me in her place.