Dear God,
Cody came back today.
When I saw him I cried.
All he did was smile and ask if I missed him.
I hit his chest and he pretended to be hurt.
I missed his immaturity.
We talked for hours, all day actually.
When he left, I really wanted to hug him, but I couldn't because of my stupid IV.
I settled for telling him he was an egotistical idiot when he left.
He answered by telling me he like my alliteration.
Idiot.
Love,
Peyton
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Letters from Peyton
Teen FictionPeyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
