Molly was at my house when I got home,
sitting on the rocking chair waiting for me to arrive.
"Hey Molly, what's up?"
I asked and she looked upset.
"B, we can't be friends anymore."
She said and my heart felt heavy.
"Why?"
I asked and she just shook her head,
before walking down the path and towards her house.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
Molly had pretty friends,
and bones aren't pretty.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Ficção Adolescenteshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
