Hello, my name is Flynn Rowe and I'm only writing this because I don't have anyone to talk to
and If I keep it all in my head it'll probably explode. here are some basic facts about me,
I'm seventeen, I'm in 11th grade I have a little brother Elliot and my parents divorced because
my Dad cheated. he'd never been the best dad but as far as we know he hadn't cheated before.
mom got full custody, but Dad got visitation rights. Anyways It's been three months and he
hasn't bothered visiting once. he called a couple of times but the conversations were short and
cold. My brother Elliot thinks eventually he'll come see us but I don't think he should keep his
hopes up. At my old school, I wasn't particularly popular, but I had friends. When I left they said
they would call, but so far nothing.
enough about me, who are you? maybe you don't know yet, or maybe you don't know how to
put it into words, or maybe you do and you're too scared to tell people 'cause you think they
won't like you anymore. or maybe your life is perfect and you don't have to worry about not
being liked. I guess either way you wouldn't be able to tell me. well, not me anyway. maybe
when I'm gone you'll come to talk to my grave. Ah, who am I kidding? who would read the
ramblings of a lunatic? my pens running out of ink so this is goodbye for now, I guess.
YOU ARE READING
Flynn Rowes journal
Teen FictionA Teenager drowned with grief after a messy divorce tears his whole world apart tries to start over after moving away from everything he knows and loves.
