You'd think that with all the things I feel, all the problems I have, ordinary things just wouldn't annoy me.
You're wrong.
There's this kid who annoys the hell out of me.
I wish that were possible, actually.
But he's so aggravating.
He thinks he's smart.
He thinks he's funny.
He thinks he's a great athlete.
He thinks Mean Girls 2 is a good movie.
He's an idiot. He's pretty much proof that there's no intelligent life left on the planet.
In English I sat and argued with him about the deeper meanings behind Arthur Miller's the Death of a Salesman. He wasn't getting the point. And his arguments were weak.
At the end of class we had to give someone our rough draft to take home and grade.
Somehow I got stuck with Asher's.
I started to read it with anger in my heart.
Then I realized his paper was good.
Really good.
Surprisingly good.
I actually enjoyed it.
And although he couldn't see that there was more to Willy Lowman than his greed, I could definitely see that there was more to Asher than I thought before.
Maybe it was time for a second chance.
I wrote the note.
Asher,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I enjoyed your paper.
P.P.S. Mean Girls 2 is a horrible excuse for a movie.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
