Lowell. Why did my mom name me that? Why do I have dark brown hair while my mother is blonde? Why do I think about these things so much? Why do all of my friends call me low? Is it because it's short for Lowell or is it because I'm always bringing them down? While I'm at it why is the earth round? Why do I write so much poetry if I'm a guy? Why do I talk to myself all through my sleepless nights? Why am I talking to myself right now? Who is my father? Who am I? Why am I sick? Why am I dying? What is this sickness? Why haven't I seen the world yet ? Why am I so hopelessly in love with the girl next door and everything she does even though I've never had the courage to just say hi..? Why so many questions? I'm just a 17 year old boy yet I've gone through more than anything adult could even imagine. Why?
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The girl next door
RomanceA romantic love story about a dying boy and the girl next door.