Today I write to you for the last time. For I, April Zaro, have told you everything up to this day. You have been with me through thick and thin, up and down, and nowadays can move on.
In the following weeks of mourning after Olivia's death, I discovered a note it read:
Dear April,
I wanted to tell you this but I didn't get the chance. You were the best friend I ever had. You always made my day. These last days you were always there and I love you. I hope you get this.
-Olivia
I can now finally accept everything that happened to this day. I am April Zaro. And I am a freak. I mean a beautiful, creative, loving, caring human being.
/Authors note/:
Thank you guys for reading my book. This was my first one and you guys kept me writing. See you again (hopefully) bye.
-Doug Sroka
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The Trials and Tribulations of a Sixth Grade Freak.
Teen FictionThe ups, downs, and in-betweens of a 12 year old girl named April Zaro.
