I watched my own casket get lowered into the ground. My two best friends standing over my grave. They both start to cry. I wake up out of my dream and sit up in my bed. "Jesus." I mumble to myself. I have dreams about me dying quite often. My phone dings, it's a text from Catie. "S'tina come to the locker room again." The text read. I get up and get dressed. I put on my usual hoodie and leggings, grab my mask and go get in the car. I watch people's snapchat stories during the drive to school. I listen to Trippie, after all, he makes everything better. I get out of the car and tell my mom and sister bye. I walk into the school building. I hate it here the most. I take my stuff to my first period class, Spanish. Everyone hates that class, and the facilitator. He's an asshole. I go to the locker room and wait for Catie. She comes in with her usual smile on her face and hugs me. Addison comes in shortly after. "Hi mum." Addison says. "Say hey to Colt." Addison says and smiles. We take a picture and Addison sends it to Colt. We leave the locker room and walk around the school until the bell rings. Catie talks about her story and Addison talks about Colt. I just listen to what they have to say, I don't know how much longer I'll be around to hear it.
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Teen Fictionthis is my last letter, I hope you know that I tried. I sign my name. It's time.