I've been doing my bestto avoid my motherever since the accident.She never talks about it.But the way she looks at me,the way she talks to me,the way ..
I don't talk to my momas we sit in the car.But of courseshe talks to me.She talks about anything and everything."How are you feeling?""How's work goin..
I didn't realize ituntil I was out of the carand walking through the parking lotthat I had tears in my eyes.I have to stop walking for a few secondsto..
I've never been close to my mother.I've always been more like my dadand Johnny has been more like her.When I was little,she always preferred Johnnybec..
One of the worst fights with my momwas about Charlotte.I had missed curfew.She caught me in the drivewaytrying to sneak out of Charlotte's little, red..
I get to leave work earlybecause it's such a slow day.I was happy to volunteer to gobecause I couldn't focus on work anyway.I sit outside on the curb,..
There's a pause.Neither of us speak foronetwothreefourfivesixsevenseconds.Jesse Hilton is the last personI expected to be talking to about this,but fo..
It makes sensein a Jesse Hilton sort of way.I finally look over at himand I meet his eyes.I hold his gaze foronetwothreesecondsthen I look away again...
We used to hang out behind the storeand sit on the hoodof Jesse's blue Mustangthat I named Baby.That was when I stillsort ofliked Jesse,and he wasn't ..
A mix between a novel and a poem, Shattered is a story about a girl dealing with the aftermath of her best friend's death and the guilt from being the..