Marseille is my name. I'm 20 years old. People just call me Marsey. I live a normal life. Honestly, nothing special has ever happened to me, EVER. I spend my days working at Hot Topic. It keeps me busy. I don't have a boyfriend, but aren't we all just waiting for the perfect man?
My true dream, is to be a writer, so I am going to be writing a true story. Don't worry, I'm not full of boring facts. Lets start on January 19, 2014.
I was with my best friend, sitting on my couch, I had just bought the condo we were in. My phone rings, and its my mother's caller ID. So I answer her.
"Hey mom, what's up?" I ask, I hear her sniffle, I knew she was upset, you were able to tell by the way she had been breathing.
"Sweetie, something bad has happened..." She tells me. My heart drops. I had only one bad thing that could have happened.
"No, no, no, no." I cry out, my voice shaking. I guess I was trying to convince not only her, but myself, that it hadn't happened, he couldn't have died, at least not yet.
I had been close to my dad, and I couldn't think of him, dead in a hospital bed.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To The Moon
Teen Fiction"My dear Marseille, I won't forget you, forever we will be together, but for now I must be going, I can't stand another heart break" I read the note aloud, my hands trembling, as the one who I loved is lying in front of me, dead. I continue to read...
