july 27, 2013
dear autumn,
i wish i could escape ms. moore.
ms. moore: yesterday was her birthday.
me: i know.
ms. moore: clicks pen. what did you do?
me: ...i went to her mom's house.
ms. moore: arching an eyebrow. and then?
me: sigh.
ms. moore: ...
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: looking down. we went to the cemetery and i gave her flowers.
her favorite flowers. forget me nots.
ms. moore: how did you feel when you got there?
me: ...i...i don't know. it felt wrong being there. i felt something crashing down.
ms. moore: scribbles on clipboard. what?
me: reality.
- elliot
written on the first page of his brand new notebook
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Ficção Adolescentea girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
