The Letters♡ • Peter Kavinsky

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A week had passed after Ms. Powell gave us our assignment. It was worth 50% of our grade and I had absolutely no idea where to even begin.

"I don't know why you're so stressed out," Peter was saying beside me as he swung his book bag on one shoulder.

He wore a red and black striped sweater that somehow made him look younger; dark blue skinny jeans were tucked inside his white converses. And his mess of curls covered his forehead entirely, causing him to constantly shake his head like a wet dog to try and get the hair out of his eyes. Which didn't work since the curls would end up right back where they started.

I sighed, grabbing my book bag straps tighter. Maybe if I walk faster, he'll go away.

It didn't work.

"...All you gotta do is jot down everything about yourself and boom, you have your own store." He finished.

Ms. Powell's assignment topic was called Life Store. Basically, we had to describe if our life and personality could be represented in a store, what would our store look like? What would we sell, who would be our type of customers, what it would look like overall. Too bad I didn't know a thing about myself that actually sounded interesting enough to write down.

Of course Peter wouldn't understand that. His life was probably full of fun, crazy details. His store would most likely resemble some kind of virtual reality amusement park, mixed with very fast cars, along with a bunch of tall cake-faced models in bikinis. Yep. Sounds about Peter.

"It's not that I'm stressed out," I replied. "I just don't have anything all that cool in my life to write about."

He stopped in his tracks and I looked back, his face a mixture of confusion and shock.

"Whoawhoawhoawhoa...excuse me??"

Here we go. I thought, rolling my eyes so far back, they hurt. I continued walking and felt him fasten his pace a bit behind me. Three long strides later, and he was already ahead, walking backwards facing me.