My face is streaked with tears by the time Michael is outside. I wipe them away quickly, blinking everything else back and throwing on a pair of my mother's scratched sunglasses so Michael doesn't notice my undoubtedly puffy eyes.
As he drives, he talks about homework and the weather. It's springtime now. I offer him nods and hmms, but my thoughts are teeming with the words I'm going to spill to AJ.
I'm petrified, excited, and nauseous all at once because someone is finally going to know.
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Still Here
Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
