Art class is letting out. I gather my stuff and turn to leave.
"Celeste?"
I hear Mrs. Lopez's soft voice call my name. I turn around. "Yes?"
She waves me over. "Can I show you something?"
She starts walking to the back of the room and I follow her. She pulls out a portfolio and I see the name on thecover .
Aimee Christiano
"She was really talented. You should take a look at them sometime.", she hands me the folder and brushes some hair away from my face. "I know this must be hard on to you."
She had no idea.
But now Aimee's diary had illustrations to go along with it.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Roman pour AdolescentsTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
