Monday, December 23 2014
Dear Carter,
Today I found out I hated roller coasters. Its like it builds and never stops... It told me I couldn't do it. Carter? Is that even... never mind. Walking into class everyone is already sitting down.. They stare, It starts... the roller coaster. I sat at my desk, my best friend Pedro touched me then it happened all over again. I began to cry hysterically. I screamed, with every hug I heard and saw it all over again... I was sent home. Pedro came over after school I didn't want to be bothered though, but we went to my bedroom and talked about what had happened at school for the past 2 weeks. Pedro's light blue eyes were gleaming in the sun. We were eye to eye, at that moment I know. His nose against mine.. Then it happened... his lips tasted of strawberry. His breath mintier than ever. He wasn't there. Never was really. Mom tries so hard to help me with "it" but I couldn't let her. Or maybe I don't want help. I'm so confused.
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Dear Carter
Short StoryCarter suffers from depression, anxiety and is sexually confused. He doesn’t know how to handle any of the events in his life. He loses the most important thing in his life.
