Short Story by: Helena Parris
And a new text message began to circulate. Angelique was a shoplifter.
This story is lovingly dedicated to those little snots who infested my school 20-odd years ago. If they are reading this, they know who they are, and I have this to say to them: The reason you had your own lunch table was that you were so 'popular' that nobody wanted to be near you. Nobody.
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