To : Wendy Sullivan <[email protected]>
From : Lance Cold <[email protected]>
Subject : First love

It was a Tuesday and I met her in a storm. No, not really. I've known her before, but I've only really took notice of her that afternoon. Just when I thought it was possibly going to be the worst day on my history of life ever, she crashed into me in a huge crowd of the high school hallway and offered me an apologetic smile. Even her half smile was beautiful.

I couldn't stop thinking about her since then. It was just her, her, her all along. During art class I drew a beautiful girl with blond hair : her.

She hadn't noticed me yet, then. But then, who could resist my charms? I stayed after school the day I knew she had detention. Mr. Brown was dozing off on the teacher's table.

I went over to her, grabbed her by her waist and made out with her right in the classroom with Mr. Brown's snoring as the background music. Unpleasant, but the way she looked at me, the way she held onto me told me that it's all worth it.

Three days later, we broke up after she told me that my quiff wasn't quiffy enough. That arrogant chick.

That's it, I guess. What more is there to brag about? I mean, I guess I was a charming teen even back then, so it's no surprise that you've fallen for me as well, right?

P.S. Just kidding.

P.P.S. Do I look like someone who would give away my story that easily?

P.P.P.S. Maybe you should put up this short story in the next issue, to entertain people (I'm a born entertainer).

Cold