"How'd you're mum know?" Matt asks me as we sit on my bed with melted chocolate and strawberries.
"I sent her a voice mail," i whisper.
"Okay, wow," he raises his eyebrows.
"Shut up," i throw my half-eaten strawberry at him with a slight smile.
"You're smiling," he pokes my cheek.
"I guess you were right. I wasn't suffocated," i look down at my sheets.
"That's a good thing, because now i will teach you how to breathe again, with the help of my older sister..." He trails off.
"What?" I frown.
"She went through the same thing you did and some guy saved her," he laughs shaking his head.
"Kinda like this?" I smile.
"Yeah," he nods, smiling back.
"Sorry, i didn't know," i tell him, talking about his older sister.
"No, it's okay, no one knew. Just don't judge someone unless you know them well enough," he tells me.
"But you shouldn't judge people at all," i laugh.
"Whatever," he laughs back.
"How did you know about all of the stuff you said?" I ask.
"You left your poem book. Cocky, self-absorbed, a prick, a player, a dick and my favourite, an egotistical ass," he laughs. "I read most of them," he shrugs.
"Oh my gosh," i blush and bury my face in my hands while he laughs.
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Suffocated
Short StoryIt's about a girl who feels as though she has been suffocated with everything that has happened in her life. Can someone save her before it's too late? (I really don't know what to write for this... ) (If you decide to read it, feel free to point ou...
