dear diary
this is my twenty-first week in high school and i got my first swimming lesson after art class.
turns out that i can swim, but i'm afraid of the deep water.
so now we need to work on that.
mom was smiling the whole way home in the car.
and it freaked me out.
mom: are you happy?
me: happy about what?
mom: that you can swim! we can go to the beach!
me: not really, i'm dead after these lessons.
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!!!
