From Preppy to Punk, chapter 6
Tre walked into Julie's room and gave her the note that Clari told him to give to her.
"Here. It's from a whore you once knew," Tre said silently.
"Wha..?" Julie said. Tre walked out of the room to go check Julie out of the hospital. Her head would have to be bandaged for a while, but she could go home. She would come back if it irritated her a lot.
Julie opened the letter to see Clari's handwriting. She read in her head:
Julie,
Well, this is it. I'm a whole new person now. I hopefully won't see you or talk to you again because I know that you will want to kill me. I hate myself because of you. Yes, you. This is not a sympathy letter. This tells you how I feel about my life. I wanted to be friends with you. We WERE friends, too. If my friends found out, then you and me would be torn apart anyway, so I decided to just end it. I mean, what the fuck would you do? Yes, innocent little Clarissa just swore. Uh oh! Well now my life sucks ass. I have no friends, no family, (don't ask about my mom and the doctor), and now, no home. MY boyfriend hates me because i left my old house, and now Johnnie's got a new girlfriend. Who knew he was such a goddam player. So now, Julie, when you're sitting here reading this, cry. CRY YOUR LITTLE EYES OUT BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. So, now i have changed my name to something different, but i won't tell you. You'll track me down. Sorry I ever fucking met you. Have a nice life, bitch.
Julie read the letter with fury inside of her.
"I H-HATE THAT WHORE! HOW THE FUCK DID I RUIN HER LIFE? SHE'S THE ONE THAT RUINED MINE!" she started crying. Julie decided to pack up her stuff, but she couldn't take her mind off of the letter. She turned over the envelope to read on the front:
Love from Whatsername. Julie smirked. There were flames on it. Julie guessed that Clari was trying to draw hell on it. It looked like a little kid drew it. Clari could never draw good. The art teacher failed her in the easiest class.
'Well, Miss Whatsername should just go to hell.' Julie thought to herself. 'Then the world wouldn't suffer as much as me.' Julie cried one last tear, and finished packing.
Julie waited for Tre to come back and get her, and she left the hospital. Hopefully to forever forget about that whore called Whatsername.
"Here. It's from a whore you once knew," Tre said silently.
"Wha..?" Julie said. Tre walked out of the room to go check Julie out of the hospital. Her head would have to be bandaged for a while, but she could go home. She would come back if it irritated her a lot.
Julie opened the letter to see Clari's handwriting. She read in her head:
Julie,
Well, this is it. I'm a whole new person now. I hopefully won't see you or talk to you again because I know that you will want to kill me. I hate myself because of you. Yes, you. This is not a sympathy letter. This tells you how I feel about my life. I wanted to be friends with you. We WERE friends, too. If my friends found out, then you and me would be torn apart anyway, so I decided to just end it. I mean, what the fuck would you do? Yes, innocent little Clarissa just swore. Uh oh! Well now my life sucks ass. I have no friends, no family, (don't ask about my mom and the doctor), and now, no home. MY boyfriend hates me because i left my old house, and now Johnnie's got a new girlfriend. Who knew he was such a goddam player. So now, Julie, when you're sitting here reading this, cry. CRY YOUR LITTLE EYES OUT BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. So, now i have changed my name to something different, but i won't tell you. You'll track me down. Sorry I ever fucking met you. Have a nice life, bitch.
Julie read the letter with fury inside of her.
"I H-HATE THAT WHORE! HOW THE FUCK DID I RUIN HER LIFE? SHE'S THE ONE THAT RUINED MINE!" she started crying. Julie decided to pack up her stuff, but she couldn't take her mind off of the letter. She turned over the envelope to read on the front:
Love from Whatsername. Julie smirked. There were flames on it. Julie guessed that Clari was trying to draw hell on it. It looked like a little kid drew it. Clari could never draw good. The art teacher failed her in the easiest class.
'Well, Miss Whatsername should just go to hell.' Julie thought to herself. 'Then the world wouldn't suffer as much as me.' Julie cried one last tear, and finished packing.
Julie waited for Tre to come back and get her, and she left the hospital. Hopefully to forever forget about that whore called Whatsername.
