okay. I felt horrible about not writing. well the thing is, as I've mentioned before, I've been dealing with things and find it hard to write. but here c:
SORRY IT SO SHORT
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countdown: 11 days
as I got home, I went up stairs with no second though and fell into my bed. Jamie. his name ran through my head for an hour before I got up to go get some fruit. maybe he's different. maybe. I think as I slam the fridge door close. I hear the front door open and close. mom's home?
"skylar?" my mom yells, right before she notices me in the kitchen. "I need you to go help the new neighbors with moving something's so they feel welcomed..." she went on as I tuned her out. c'mon how bad can it be to move a few things? "fine" is all I say as I walk out the door to my new neighbors house.
great. I think as I spot Jamie moving a few boxes inside. looks like I'll see him more often then I thought. "hey!" says a small little child snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm Jen! what's your name?" Jen says. she couldn't be older then 7.
"Jen, leave skylar alone." Jamie says coming out from the house. "hey Jamie." is all I can say. God, that kid of course wouldn't have a shirt on, and Damn hes got a nice body.
this is gonna be interesting.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fictionhello I'm Skylar Laymon and I'm gonna show what my last two weeks of my life is. this, is my suicide note.
