dear diary
this is my twentieth week in high school and i don't think i can live to finish the school year.
after talking with my mom, i got dad's number and called him.
he told me he is on a business trip and we will meet next month.
but i don't think i can make it there.
dad: how are you dear?
me: i'm dying
dad: school is hard huh?
me: no, it's cancer
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
