The Teen Things
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Last published Mon, Jan 23, 2017
Teenagers we are. Yes. Elders might not understand things we do. Might not want us to deal with those things. But.. Being a teen is for a short time ! Make the best out of it. Think of the teen things you've made. Have it been enough ?
[Sandra's POV]
I'm lying on my front at the bed. My notepad at my front and a pen on my hand. ..
What am I going to write ? I'm seriously bored. I'm done with diaries because honestly I always forgot to write 'em down. Worst when I'm tired.
Suddenly an idea pops in my mind. I wrote down the words on the first page.
The Teen Things
I made art as I scribble it. When I was done, I admired my work. Well if you'd ask, I'm good at sketches.
Great idea. I turned to the next page.
Now ? What to write on the first list ?
Hmmm....
P.S. non teenagers can still read this of course 😉
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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...
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