There were
Tears in
English
Today.
Rumours
Are
Dangerous
Things.
When the
Suspicion
Corrupts
You,
There
Is no
Going
Back.
Only one
Seat next
To me
Was empty.
You sat
There
With a
Look of
Regret.
Lauren
Was outside,
Crying.
(found on the floor in the History block)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
JugendliteraturBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
