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Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Microstory 1007: Minnie

As unofficial class social director, I would like to apologize a thousand times for not speaking with you sooner. It is my job to make sure every new student feels welcome at Blast City Senior High, and I have failed you in this. Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Minnie, and you can ask me if you ever need anything. I may not be able to provide it, but I’m always available to listen. Like most people in this town, I was born and raised here. I love horseback riding, specifically dressage. If I’m not at school, I’m on the fields, or in the stables. Oh, you want to know about me and Viola? Well, she and I were inseparable, I’m just heartbroken that she’s gone. I know a lot of people think that the mystery is still there, but I am here to tell you that they’re wrong. I have always hated she who must not be named. Everyone thinks that Viola and she were the best pair, but that’s absurd. Viola hated her too, she told me. The only reason they ever hung out together was because of their parents. Now, I know it sounds like I’m lying, but Viola and I had a very special—very secret—relationship. Not like that, get your head out of the gutter. We would talk on the phone all the time, leave notes in each other’s lockers. She said her parents’ business dealings made it so she had to pretend to friends with that approximation of a human being, but she and I were the real deal. I would show you proof, but we didn’t take any pictures together, and we used a message deleting app, so no one would catch onto us. I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this, even though she’s dead, out of respect for her. But I know the truth, and that’s all that matters. This is off the record, by the way, retroactively.

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