Dear God,
Cody came in smelling like alcohol.
I demanded to know why.
He explained that he was a recovering alcoholic.
And when he got sad, he drank.
I asked him why he was sad.
He answered by saying
"Its life.
What is there not a time to be sad?"
Touche, my friend.
Touche.
When I told him that,
He laughed.
I made him promise to not drink after I was gone.
He never said promise back.
I'm scared for him.
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.
