"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s been a week since we broke up.

I threw the bell you gave me down the sewer. I ripped the red pouch you gave me and I spent all the money. I threw away Vanilla and all the drawings you made me. I snipped the bracelet and choker into pieces. I threw away the blue rubber ducky you gave me. I deleted all our pictures and messages. I’m rewatching Narcos as if I didn’t start it with you. I’m doing the same with The Office. I deleted the letter I wrote you when we barely had 4 months together. I hate February now. I don’t wear the clothes I have of yours anymore. I hate League and most video games. I hate red shoes and puffy coats. I hate hearing your voice. I hate having to sit next to you in Computer Structures and Language Arts. I hate how you act normal. I hate how our break up hasn’t effected you at all. I hate that I called you and cried to you. I hate you

and I hate the letter V.