elizabeth's hatbox

twenty-two;

dear noah,

here's what happened next. breigh and i decided to tell the rest of our group. and here's a life-lesson: the more you expand the number of people who know a secret, the lesser time remains for the secret to actually remain a secret.

and so after leanne stopped gasping and portia stopped gulping and jesse stopped hyperventilating, they all apologized to breigh and apologized to elizabeth out loud and cursed darren and cursed allan and decided to cut both of them open and sell their organs to the black market.

breigh shook her head and cheerily laughed at this, the tear ducts from her eyes down to her chin clear. i smiled, too, and then everything was serious all over again.

before long, our little 'secret' was everybody's little secret. whisper after whisper, surprise after surprise. breigh had requested us not to talk about what had happened to her, as a mass of people already knew and she didn't want it surging through the hallways yet again.

the sole purpose of why we did this wasn't for anybody but elizabeth bartender.

and yes, nobody knew much about elizabeth. breigh, leanne, jesse, portia and i knew hardly anything about her. but she was a girl. a girl who killed herself.

a girl we would very much like to avenge.

» errmaigawd. five more reads and liz's hatbox has a total of a thousand reads and i know this mightn't be much for most of the high ones but it is for me. and i just want to thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for helping me with this.

and i've a question: do you like the new cover or the previous one? i'm confused D:

so read and vote and comment! you are auzum. yes. »