I walked to lunch with Martin,
and we passed Molly and Brett,
arguing in hushed tones by the gym,
Brett had a black eye,
I hadn't noticed this morning,
when I went to go make sure she was okay,
Martin grabbed my wrist,
forcing me to keep walking.
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)
