Beautiful Beautiful

Why does history always feel like a hell hole, more so than school in general? At least it was almost over.

BELL.

I left class and went to find Zyna.

"Ello Lakota Tyler." Katarzyna grabbed my hand, coming up behind me.

"Hey. School horrible as always?" I ask, leading her to my locker.

"Exactly." She laughed and kissed my cheek. "I have to go... Bye." She walked off, a paper falling from her bag.

I put it in my pocket and grabbed the rest of my stuff from my locker.

I walked to my car and pulled out the note.

Dear the pretty, new me, not the frumpy, ugly, old me,
Please tell me you don't look so terrible. That you've finally lost that weight. Tell me that you've learned how to use your makeup so that your face actually looks good, and that your hair sin't such an ugly, dark brown... mess. Just, please, tell me you're finally pretty like Ava. Tell me youre the pretty girl that your name deserves. Though I doubt that's happened.
With (false) hope,
Your past.

My jaw dropped as I read that.

I really needed to go speak to her. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for The Brileva residence.