I really hate that time in-between classes.
There are too many kids pushing and shoving and I'm too fucking awkward to speak up or push back.
Aimee wasn't like that. She wouldn't let anyone push her around for anything.
I finally make my way to the cafeteria. I sit down quickly so I don't catch anyones attention.
But I end up catching the hazel-eyed boys attention. He stands up and walks over to me.
"'Sup, Celeste?", he asks.
"Oh, um, hey..."
"Gabriel.", he says with a smile. "My name is Gabriel. Guess its kinda my fault for not introducing myself properly."
Gabriel, I think to myslef, Thats a nice name. I smile back. "Its alright."
He seems to be a bit taken aback, on account of hearing me actually say more than one word to him. "I just wanted to let you know that if there's anything you need to talk about, Anything at all, just let me know. I understand that this type of stuff can really mess with a person."
"Thank you... I will.", I say quietly.
He flashes on last smile and walks off, leaving me to find refuge in Aimee's diary.
November 13
No mattter how much my life sucks right now I can usually find that one person who actually cares.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
أدب المراهقينTRIGGER 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...
