School isn't even on her mind. Somebody that she was in love with just killed himself. Nobody knows why. Maybe he was protecting her. She won't know. Nobody in his family talks to her. They think she's a bad influence because she's really shy. Nobody at school talks to her because they think she's weird.
She wants to know where the bullet is so she takes his shirt and pants off. There is no bullet there. Anywhere. She looks at his feet. There's a hole in his shoe. He's not dead. He's in a panic attack. His eyes are wide open as he's breathing like a censored air re-freshener, slowly and about every 10 seconds.
He's alive! He really is alive! She's now trying to get him to wake up after dialing 911. She's crying even more. There's a lot of blood. More and more blood. He breathes really loud as if he's telling her hello.
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There's No Such Thing As Too Young
Teen FictionHi. My name is Hannah Coalson. I wrote this because it felt like a relationship I had even though nobody was hurt. So enjoy reading this. I made this for Emma Keppe:)
