Dear Moon,
Someone found out about Dad.
And they spread a rumour at school.
Everyone started to whisper stories about me.
Some true, some lies.
But worst of all these girls started to torment me.
Clichè much?
Oh well it still hurts.
Mum's barely home anymore.
I think she blames herself as much as I do.
She shouldn't though.
It's my fault.
Love Ashley
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Selenophile
Short StoryDear Moon, I've discovered there's a name for me. Selenophile (n) Someone who loves the moon. It fits me perfectly. I do love you, why wouldn't I? When dad left, I also lost mum, mentally. So I've became alone, until I began to talk to you. Yes, I k...
