Dear God,
We've been through a lot, yeah?
You had to listen to me rant.
You had to listen to me talk about kissing.
Sorry about that.
And I've had countless needles poked into me,
Numerous headaches,
And copious days of crying.
So can you please,
Please,
Let me live?
I'm begging you God.
Please.
Love,
Peyton
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Letters from Peyton
Teen FictionPeyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
