Ever since I've been able to cry I haven't had a mom. My dad says its not my fault but it feels like it is. She died 10 minutes after giving birth to me. It has to be my fault I just know it.
My dad always told me she was an amazing person who loved kittens. I myself was addicted to these cute little fur balls which I figured I must have gotten from my mother. I have a picture of her in my room on my nightstand, and I have a picture of her and my dad on my desk. She was beautiful, she had long light sandy brown hair that reached to the middle of her back and she had bright sky blue eyes that sparkled as my dad had put it. I just wished I could met her.
Bryan always says that at least I have parents who loved each other and I would say to him at least you have a mom whos healthy and well.
I feel that I am just a depressed teenager. Typical huh?
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We Were Cowards
Short StoryMy name? You don't care because I don't have big boobs or a big butt. My happiness doesn't matter to you. I am alone. I have one friend , his name is Bryan. He feels the same way I do. I don't get how highschoolers can go around hurting and bullyin...
