The Love Letter to Jake

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Ugh, the week before the SATs, my freakin' sister posed as me and wrote a love letter to the star quarterback.

He called me out, cold. "Seriously? Gross."

I was the laughingstock of the whole damn school, bullied for a solid month.

And on the day of the SATs, my right hand got slammed in a door �C on "accident," of course.

I sat there in the exam hall, trying to write with my left hand, barely even finished half the sections.

Then I got pushed down the stairs after school �C and died. On