dear diary
this is my twenty-two week in high school and i'm officially kissed.
it was during the break when scott brought me a hot drink.
soon i noticed that he was moving toward me, looking at my lips.
and suddenly it started to snow.
scott: here is a snowflake on your lips
me: no there is not
scott: you're shaking
me: i know, it's cold
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
