Dear Savanna,
HE HAS BEEN TELLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE AT SCHOOL THAT I WAS PREGNANT. HE HAD NO RIGHT TO BE TELLING ANYBODY AND EVERYBODY THAT BULLCRAP LIKE IT WAS THIS MORNING'S WEATHER, NO- IT'S NOT ANY OF HIS DAMN BUSINESS. FOR ALL HE KNOWS IT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE HIS BABY! FOR ALL HE KNOWS I MAY NOT EVEN BE PREGNANT, WHICH I AIN'T!
WHO'S GONNA BE THE GIRL THAT EVERYBODY TALKS ABOUT NOW? IS IT HIM? NO. WHO'S GONNA BE THE ONE THAT EVERYBODY LAUGHS AT? HIM? NO. WHO'S GONNA WALK DOWN THE HALL IN SHAME BECAUSE EVERYBODY REFERS TO HER AS 'THAT GIRL'? NOT HIM. I'M PISSED.
HE TOLD THE PEOPLE THAT RIDE MY BUS FOR GOD SAKES, AND YOU KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO GOSSIP WITH THE BUS DRIVER, AND LORD KNOWS WHO SHE'S GOING TO TELL. IT'S ALL ONE BIG GIANT LOOP OF GOSSIP AND RUMORS HERE. HE KNOWS IT, I KNOW IT, WE ALL KNOW IT.
AND I CAN'T EVEN FATHOM THE DAMN HOES AT THIS SCHOOL ANYMORE- HARPER TOLD SELAH THAT I SAID THE BABY WASN'T HIS, AND SELAH WENT BACK AND TOLD HIM. THE WORDS NEVER EVEN ESCAPED MY FREAKING MOUTH YOU STUPID LARD ASS- I'm gonna stop there.
Ranting at bum ass hoes for days,
BFF.
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Dear Savanna
Teen FictionA compiled collection of letters from a stressed out teenager to her best friend.
