Jason is at it Again...

Dear Readers, 

    The nemesis strikes again. And again. And again. Somedays I feel like he'll never let the past go. So what if I spilled grape soda on his favorite Pokemon shirt? We were in kindergarten for crying out loud! Let it go.

    Ever since that unfortunate incident, he's done everything he can to make my life miserable. Yesterday he decided to troll me on Twitter and I lost a bet as a result...guess who now has a date to prom?

    Isn't it enough that he makes my high school experience miserable, does he really have to attack me online too? I wish I could block him on every platform known to man but there's just one problem...he's my neighbor. 

Till next time, 

Lexi

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