MEMORIES
Hi. I'm Alexia. I'm looking at a picture on my dresser, crying. It's a picture of
me and my best friend, Novannah. It hurts too much to talk about it
now. My Mom comes in and says, " Listen. These things happen". I
nod. I go to bed.
The next day I'm at school, looking at the empty desk beside me.
I don't remember much of school. I was staring into space, thinking about all
the good times me and Novannah had together. I want to run away.
do you like it?
ReplyDeleteYes. Write more soon.
ReplyDeleteI love it. It is simple, but yet so complex. The words are as powerful as the meaning. Mysterious, but very clever.
ReplyDeleteMadison
I love it too. I am intrigued to read about what has happened. AND, now I know why you asked me if I liked the name "Novannah"! Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteMom
Again, I love it but you should write more.
ReplyDeleteMadi