I Hope This Doesn’t Find You

by Ann Liang

Ms. Hedge had given me her cheerful little speech about representing the school, Julius had shown up in her office too, and to my acute annoyance, she’d given him the exact same task. I’d then vowed that I would beat him in this—

This is fun i havent read an academic rivals book yet for some reason

I recognize every word, because I did write it. I can even remember where I was, slumped against my bedroom wall and fuming.

This is so funny its like a reverse to all the boys ive loved before

“From what I recall, you wrote two whole paragraphs protesting the color of my eyes,” he drawls, and I feel myself pale with horror. “They’re too dark, like those of a monster from the fairy tales. Like a lake you could drown in on the coldest day of winter. My lashes are too long, more fitting for a girl’s. I don’t deserve to be so pretty.

Yea id be moving states

It’s remarkably immature, and a sign of the sender’s unresolved anger issues—not to mention low self-esteem.” “But what if the recipient deserved it?” I don’t realize I’ve stood up and spoken until everyone whirls around to stare at me,

Girl SIT DOWN

“Our school shirts are made from polyester” comes his bizarre reply. He appears to be staring at the trimmed grass beneath his feet with extreme focus. “Since when were you interested in textiles?” He ignores my question. “And white polyester,” he says, his voice strained, “once wet, becomes transparent.”

What a nerdy way to say this awe i love this

But then my attention goes to his face, and I stifle a gasp. His entire left eye is swollen shut, the skin around it a vivid purplish-blue. The bruise wasn’t there yesterday afternoon.

Yupppp !!! Now who has anger issues

“Wait.” “What?” I say irritably. He hesitates. Runs a slow, self-conscious hand through his hair. “Do they . . . really look bad? My clothes, I mean.”

Awh :(

Ray claps his hands together with the pompous air of a game-show host. “We’ve decided. We dare you . . . to kiss Julius.”

Ugh i love predictable cutesy rom coms

“Why would I be jealous?” he demands with a sneer, distaste written all over his face. “I would rather die than kiss you again.”

Oh the dramaa from this man

I stepped out in front of my mom. Chose my alliances without thinking. “Don’t talk to my mom like that,” I’d said. Quietly, at first, then louder. “You’re upsetting her. Just—just go away.”

This is lowkey so annoying of her like hes arguing to defend her and hes right her mom is annoying

“Sorry, is that meant to be scary?” someone asks at last. “Her certificates are missing,” I emphasize, frowning. “Her records of achievement are gone. She may have to redo all her homework.”

Now girl

Her jaw drops farther, her gaze catching on something behind me. “Um, Sadie—” But I’m too angry to stop. “Out of all the people in this school, it somehow has to be the one person who called me up just to taunt me when I had a fever and missed out on practice—” “Sadie,” Abigail says again, louder.

Erm...hes right behind her isnt he 🥸

I would imagine tenderness. The concept of infinity. Of endless patience. Imagine them chasing after me even when I run. Cradling my sorrows in the palm of their hands. Imagine them caring, trying to understand. And now there’s you.

They became cringy teens so quick lol