Thirty-Five

Jessie wasn't in third hour either, so I just laid my head down on the desk and closed my eyes. About five minutes after the bell rang, something hit my head and my head snapped up off the desk. I looked around but no one was even looking at me. I was about to put my head back down when I saw the ball of paper on the floor by my desk and curiosity got the better of me.

I reached down and picked it up. Quietly unfolding it, I tried to straighten the paper so it was readable.

Julie,

Congratulations!

Even God hates you! Why else would he let what happened to your family happen? I really hope that your foster family hates you as much as your birth family did. You don't deserve Jessie, and he doesn't want you anymore. By the way, I heard that you were the reason your mother was murdered. How do you sleep at night?

Love, anonymous.

I stood up quickly and grabbed my bag ignoring the tears that were threatening to spill over.

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