Dear diary,
Andy looked at me, almost as confused as I was, tears started to form in my eyes, but I didn't know why, in all of it, it wasn't me getting hurt, but I cared, a lot. Andy is still confused, as I've never told her about Skyler. Now that I think about it, I've never told anyone about skyler. Later that day I looked in my old yearbook. I saw Skylers name, and his picture, but next to that, it said "RIP Skyler Moree, cancer may have beat you, but it will never defeat your memory"
I screamed, and threw the book. My word spinning, my vision tunneling, the world closing in. I start to lose my balance.
-sincerely iris
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Living is different then surviving.
Ficción GeneralA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
