Harriet comenzó a escribir cartas a la lluvia para hablarle de Yair, pero ¿quién diría que le acabaría escribiendo por otras razones? Historia con todos los derechos reservados, no puedes hacer una copia o una adaptación de esta. Ten imaginación ❤ •zombiee_reader• Hermosa portada hecha por @mabelfangirlgirl ❤ Gracias por la portada. // 2 • Septiembre • 2016 // Puesto #949 en Historia Corta.

A dead girl's diary leaves a boy in pieces. Translations: Czech- @SabikM

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }