After school while I was laying in bed, relaxing, I looked at my phone and I was getting a call... From Connor.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey Avery, can you talk for a bit?" Connor responds.
"Of course." I say.
"Ok so I'm sorry I haven't really explained anything to you. You deserve an explanation, but it's so hard to explain." He says.
"Connor, I understand. You don't have to explain if you don't want to. It's up to you." I say so he won't be act so frantic about it.
"Ok." He says,"Ummm. Hey why don't you tell me about yourself a little more."
"Ok, ummm, well, I'm Avery Adams. Ever since my mother passed on in have struggled with depression, and I have had suicidal thoughts before, but really my life is that bad. I mean, everybody gets Scars and Bruises and beating a little bit." I say.
"I struggle with depression too..."
"Why? If I may ask." I say.
"Meet me at the park in ten minutes."
