It has been about a month, meeting up with Tartar Sauce every night.
If I went there too early, I'd have to escort a few strangers (including an old lady who kept my coat) home, just to talk to the cat. That cat...
Is it weird to fall in love with someone who doesn't exist?
Her reflection and I even tried to hold hands (in a non-creepy way) when no one seemed to be around. We failed, of course. The girl in the reflection eventually learned sign language, and once we officially knew how to communicate, she told me her name.
A name that was prettier than Tara, fit for a princess, not for a cat. A name that sounded oddly familiar to me.
Ashlynn.
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Don't Forget Me
Teen FictionI am a girl who goes on with her life, as a normal high schooler would...except, things around me are always negative. My parents and brother are gone. Nobody ever realizes that I exist. I am a girl who goes on with her life, ad a normal high school...
