“Just a note!?” I asked frantically.
“Yeah,” Jimmster, by best bud, shrugged, “just a note.”
I looked at the tiny peice of paper in my hand, shocking pink…a post-it note.
“What do you think it is?” I asked him, my brown eyes searching his glassy blue ones.
“The hell would I know,” was his response, his eyes on his shoes now…oh, the hell he _did know.
“Fine,” was all I said, my freckle-splothed nose in the air.
Today was my birthday…my sixteenth birthday, and I was certainly expecting more from my boyfriend of three years, Ricky. I mean, true, today, he was fficially two years younger than me, until he turned fifteen in December but, I mean, a _post-it? How unsensitive was that?
But, I decided to open the note….
Dear Elle, sorry babe but…I don’t wanna be with you…
See you around…

Ricky

“What a lovely birthday present I got from him,” I said lightly, my eyes already brimming with tears…

Oh, was I going to get revenge, if it took to my very last birthday I would.