DEAR QUIN

TWENTY NINE

Dear Quin,

It is raining hard and I feel so cold inside of my humble home.

While under the blanket, the scene in the library played back inside of my head. When I saw the surprise in your eyes when you saw me eating an apple while reading books.

I was waiting for your insults and your cruel words but nothing came that made me confused. You just do your work as if I was not there and then you left silently once you were finished.

Seriously, dude are you sick or something? Or are you somewhat of a bipolar?

Ms.Nerdy