Unknown P.O.V. #2
Hi my name is skittles. Nah, not really. I want to be mysterious not like some weirdo walking downs the street. But I kind of am. So I wrote a letter to my old Friend Hannah Brice.
She’s my best friend ever since I accidentally spilled hot chocolate on her white shirt that said “TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY.” She’s cool and I don’t get it why can’t I be like her?
Just what ever. I want to make it crisp and cut to the chase. Though she can be a moron, she can be a low life idiot she’s nice.
She’s still my friend on Facebook. Well if you want to know something about me I’ll tell you. My hair is black. I have brown eyes. And I’m a photographer. I take pictures of animals, things for charity and also hot dudes. My hair has brown highlights.
It’s barely noticeable. And also it’s straight and shiny.
Hannah’s P.O.V.
Dear whoever you are.
Dear unknown friend.
Dear stupid ass bitch.
Dear person.
Dear MEAW.
Dear my unknown friend.
Dear shitty shellfish friend. :)
Dear THE UNKOWN,
You’re scaring me. I don’t know if you know that, but you are. Sometimes when I have nothing to do I simply scare myself to death by reading the letter you sent to me. I don’t know what to do. Of course since you’re my friend you’d know I hate real life unsolvable mysteries. Well it’s not That I Give Up. It’s just; I’m neither Sherlock Holmes nor Nancy Drew. I could never solve a big mystery. Maybe just why the Gold Fishes are dead and who ate the last cookies in the cookie jar. But I beg of you. Just give me at least another clue and a week to solve this problem. What you think I would turn this down. I do kind of give up easily but I don’t just say an easy No! And besides this will be very, very fun.
Love Hannah Brice
I called room service to mail my letter. Then I heard a knock on the door. It was Debby, Ed and One Direction. “Hi, um did I miss something?” I asked
“Well we’re going to watch the game.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing Debby hated sports especially the greatest sport in the whole world SOCCER!
I wanted to fucking scream at her. Yeah I know I said a bloody bad word but she pisses me off. One day I bought two sold out tickets to watch Germany vs. Brooklyn and she blew me off.
I ended up sitting next to some moron and his idiot girlfriend who kept talking about clothes. I then just gave the ticket to Drew De Gaffo. He’s my best friend. Ever since he got locked out of his own aparment, we became best friends.
He’s a hunk. Brownish-bluish- greenish (IT'S ACTUALLY TRUE!) colored eyes, blonde hair, what could be better. Oh yeah he’s Italian and half American.
He was born in Italy but by the age of 1 his dad died because he was a worker in a factory and saved a man from getting blown up to pieces.
The machine suddenly malfunctioned and ended up over heating and just blew up. So since her mom was American, they moved to America because her mom was afraid to lose her that way too. Working in a factory was in their blood, it’s been a tradition to pass on generation to generation. So that’s why they moved.
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