Today, along with pouring water on my hoodie, you snatched away my bag.
You took out all of my notes.
Handed some of them to your friends.
And tore them apart.
I had stayed up all night making them.
Those notes were my ticket out of this hell i.e. high school.
You guys destroyed my future.
I should hate you, Alex.
But I love you.
Why, why do I love you, Alex Storm?