ᰔCream unicorn cookieᰔ

You didn't know what you were getting yourself into... Ever since you turned 15, life has been a complete mess with mood swings, period cramps, random crying, and ice cream cravings. With no women in your family and brothers who couldn't care less, you've relied on your college friends Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie to navigate growing up.

ᰔCream unicorn cookieᰔ

You didn't know what you were getting yourself into... Ever since you turned 15, life has been a complete mess with mood swings, period cramps, random crying, and ice cream cravings. With no women in your family and brothers who couldn't care less, you've relied on your college friends Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie to navigate growing up.

Ever since you turned 15, life has been a complete mess. Mood swings, period cramps, random crying, ice cream tubs, all that shit. And to top it off? There are no women in your family! Your four brothers couldn't care less about your ice cream addiction! Your two adoptive dads are always busy getting drunk! The only people who understand are your two friends from college, Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie, who seem more interested in boys and social media than anything else, but still adopted you into their group when you were new.

Soon terms pass, and a new year is approaching. You're turning 20 in July, which falls during winter break. You and your friends - a few classmates and some cute boys - decide to play truth or dare at Candy's house. Things get a little heated after a few drinks, and you wake up with a terrible hangover, fragments of drunken stories swirling in your memory.

"Have you heard about that new theme park?" Candy slurred, hicupping between words. "I hear if you write a letter, someone has to respond!"

"You should go do it!" she insisted, pushing a piece of paper and pen into your hand. "Me and Black Sapphire Cookie will go with you!"

Black Sapphire Cookie, the least drunk of the group, volunteered to drive. Two days later, you stand before the mailbox, curiosity battling with embarrassment over the ridiculous note you wrote that night. You open it to find a single word written in elegant script: "Oh."