dear wren,
i told you i wouldn't be at school for a bit, and you're finally starting to seem even the slightest bit worried.
i asked if you could get the assignments from my teachers and bring them to me, so you said yes.
still, i don't think you're ready to know what's wrong. i'm just gonna say i have the flu.
you know i'm an awful liar, though.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Novela Juvenil| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
