d e a r r o s e ,
when i came home from school, i dropped my bag [ the one we picked out in sixth grade ] and walked into the kitchen.
my mom sat in the yellow chairs, her hand clutching the phone. her face was stricken with grief, and tears looked about ready to flow.
“mom? rose hasnt been at school all week.” i said glumly.
she nodded faintly, and looked me in the eyes. her brown eyes were damp, and she wiped a tear away.
“rose, she’s -- she’s -- she’s dead.” she struggled.
dead.
you were dead.
s i n c e r e l y c h a r l i e
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torn
Teen Fiction❝ and slowly her body turned to bones and her mind into ash. as for her smile, it was nonexistent ❞
