November 16,
Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.
The bus goes over a bump causing me to loose grip of the book and I loose my page. I decide not to open it again, too distraught at the fact that Aimee never told me she was pregnant.
"Everything okay, Celeste?"
I look up. It's Gabriel. He's made it a habit to ask me that question everyday. I don't mind, though. It's nice to have someone checking up on you like that.
I force a smile and nod.
Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "I know that you're really not okay, Celeste. But I'll let you tell me the truth when you're ready."
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER 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...
