"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |

Welcome to high school Where you'll be judged for your appearance Where you go to parties and get drunk to be 'cool' Where stereotypes matter Where you have your heart broken multiple times Where you will make friends and enemies Where you will be in fights and learn painful lessons Where seven valuable hours of your day will be wasted Where the drama will fill your head with anxiety Have a nice four years Highest Rating: Humor #287 / Teen Fiction #303 {I wrote this in middle school, so very unedited and some things don't make sense, just go with it} cover by @-osorrow-