His grip is tight on my neck. I keep fighting and fighting, but it's no use. I'll never break free. I gasp for air. The Gun is to my head. Pull the trigger R. S. Just get it over with. I'll never have the courage to do it myself. Come on R.S. Kill me. You know you want to but you won't do it. Cuz you know that would make me too damn......
happy.
Note to Coach: The day I asked you not to touch me, the day you really hurt me, wasn't me being melodramatic. It wasn't. I really have a bad arm. You can thank R.S. for that Coach. And to anyone else reading, stay tuned for more.
Signed,
Miss. Invisible
YOU ARE READING
To Coach
Teen FictionTo Coach is written in the eyes of Miss. Invisible, a fifteen year old orphan. Miss. Invisible is not the average teen. In the book, Miss invisible writes about her life. In every chapter she ends it with a Note to Coach, her Algebra teacher. Miss...
