This journal is for you because I don't know if I will ever be healthy again. I will start today, because today was the first day I met you.
I had walked through the fifth period classroom and your face was the first I saw. I didn't like that when I sat next to you, you scooted away from me.
I saw the pictures in the folder, you're a good photographer, you know that?
I want to ask you, what is your name?
I'm Caleb.
YOU ARE READING
Flower On The Sidewalk
Short Story"I hate you." "I love you..." "I hope you die!" "I am..." "Go to hell!" "I don't want to..." "...." "...."
