My fifteenth birthday had arrived, and I spent it in school furiously scribbling an essay for my English Literature exam. I was quite confident in my essay, given my propensity to excel at all things remotely related to books, reading, language, and that sort of thing. I hadn’t thought of the yellow note once since the day at the library, convinced it wasn’t for me. But as I opened my locker, a yellow sheet of paper slipped to the ground, once again landing at my feet.
Happy Birthday To Me
Updated: Jul 14, 2022
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