HeartlessA Story by CarcinogenicDreams
When I was twelve, a girl in my grade died in an accident. We had an assembly and I was the only one who didn't cry.
They called me heartless. But how could I cry for someone I'd never even talked to? Someone I barely knew the name of. But then, when I was fifteen, a boy a grade above me killed himself. I looked up to him, but I never talked to him. Then I cried. There were only three other people who did. Because that girl was called a hero and that boy was called a mistake and I don't understand how one is more tragic than the other. © 2013 CarcinogenicDreamsFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2013 Last Updated on March 7, 2013 AuthorCarcinogenicDreamsCTAboutI'm a teenage girl from the US. That's probably the number one thing I shouldn't say on this, because really, who takes teenage girls seriously? I don't think my writing is great, I just want advice o.. more..Writing
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