Dear Anna,
Ms. Martins asked me if I wanted to take Art class again.
Before, I thought I really loved art. I would've said yes immediately but right now, I'm going to say no because I no longer like art. I hate art because you're not going to be there anymore. What kept me motivated to go through days of hell just to go to Art class was you, Anna.
Now I don't think I would ever be able to enjoy art anymore.
Ms. Martins said it was fine if I haven't recovered. She wouldn't pressure me after what happened but she said I could visit the art room whenever I feel like it. I told her I would solely because I wanted to see your art again.
I'm also going for several counselling classes because mom thought I was still emotionally unstable from the trauma. I wouldn't say it was trauma and counselling is a drag. I wish you were here so we can both laugh about how the counselor wears a ridiculous wig all the time.
Connor.
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Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]
Teen Fiction"Is this how you plan to get out of the labyrinth of suffering?" "It's a metaphor of life, Anna." Copyright © 2014 by Brooklyn Anne. All Rights Reserved. Dedicated to those who have lost someone they truly loved.