I attended his funeral and saw Anna walking to me. She hadn't spoke a single word to me. Like she said she would blame me. I don't blame her blaming me because I blame myself. She stood next to me and she had an envelope in her hands.
- Anthony wrote you this, she said and gave it to me. I had to swallow hard.
That letter is still unopened in my drawer. I haven't had the mental strenght to open it. I'm afraid it might be something bad but I don't want to read anything good either.
- Anthony also wanted you to have this. I don't know why.
Anna gave me the necklace.
- I was his Secret Santa.
- Really? I thought it was Penelope.
- No I think Penelope was mine, I said and Anna looked at me.
- Anthony was your Secret Santa.
Now I have a skateboard and pointe shoes in one necklace.
There was a new boy who came to my class for the final year of highschool. I made sure to become his best friend.
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Ballerina
Teen FictionHello readers of Wattpad! I welcome you to discover a new story Ballerina. Finnish readers might know this one already since I've written it in finnish by the name Tee homo piruetti. If you read that one and are up for a challenge I recommend to re...
