Martin was back at my side the next day,
"Hey Brooke,
me again.
Please just let me know,
if you're there?
I don't want to sit here,
like a maniac talking to myself.
At least give me a proper goodbye."
YOU ARE READING
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe 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)
