"Chris!"
My mom came down the porch just as I was walking back home.
"Mom-"
"Where have you been?! You had me worried."
She was looking at the piece of paper in my hands.
"What is that? Is that what I think it is?"
"No mom! These aren't drugs!"
My mom was just the typical normal American mother, the mother who would bake pies for new neighbors, who had a perfect home, a perfect husband and a rebellious son. She looked like a model from the 60s. Her perfect brown and curled short hair, and her poodle skirts I get her for Christmas.
"Then what is it Christian!"
Before I could even hand it to her she ripped it out of my hands.
It was a suicidal note.
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Letters to Isabelle
Teen FictionSecond book to "Letters to Ana" Chris' P.O.V Chris' side of the story before he met Isabelle, while he was with her and last few letters to her. If you have not read the first book, then definitely go ahead and do that first, if not then that's fin...
