Dear little child who is currently dating Jack,
I do not care if you date him. He fuels my hate fire now. And as I said before " you may be prettier than me. But I mean look at that trash can and at that recycling bin. That's you and me. I see no difference. I no like him no more. I cried more watching the episode of doctor who were Eleven regenerated. I cried way more when Allison Argent died. I don't like him and he did not hurt me by going out with you. A soul is required in order to feel pain of hurt when someone crushes your heart, that is also required, and I don't have that. I only care for my family, animals, plants, and fictional characters. And don't worry about it because next year I probably won't see him, like ever. At least I hope so. And I still have Plan B. So shut your mouth and goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Jack
Teen FictionOnce upon a time there was a girl named Alissa and she liked someone but she couldn't say his name so she called him Jack. Read to find out what happens to me and Jack. (Spoiler alert... Nothing)
