Paper Hearts | A children's story. Allegedly.

Tasha was the most petulent brat I've ever met. She was a fourteen-year-old rich bitch from New York state who went under the monicker Princess Varnish. The attitude was indeed regal, i.e. "Fuck you! I am a princess because I say I am and I DON'T CARE WHAT ANY OF YOU THINK!" I would exercise my wit on her, and gradually she turned around. She came to rely on me in a way, and is now such a changed person that it's almost impossible to relate to who she was before. I wish I could grow up that quickly.

I received some great news from her today: she said to me that she was inspired by a letter I sent her, and that she had written half a story. I am so, so proud.