I crumbled the paper,
and threw it away.
I changed into trunks,
grabbed a towel,
my keys,
and started to drive
to the beach.
When I got to the beach,
I was soon crowded with people.
"Justin!!!"
"Take off you're shirt!!"
"Hey, Justin!! Come join us for some wakeboarding!!"
I walked over to the boat,
and saw some of my friends.
"Come on Justin, get in."
I jumped into the boat,
and took off my shirt.
"Holy shit, guys Justin's got abs!!"
I chuckled at the remark
as my friends surrounded me.
"One, two, three,
four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine-...
nineteen tattoos??!
"Holy fucking god Justin,
what happened to little nerdy you?"
"Nothing really."
Brandon was nineteen,
when he died-.
"Now come on,
you're wakeboarding first!"
JE LEEST
See You Soon, Brandon
Kort verhaalJustin Miles was just a normal boy. Until just a while ago his best friend committed suicide. A few months later, a package comes, each starting with "Hey Miles," Just by reading that, anything can be triggered-.., Right?
