Four
JUNE–7 YEARS OLD
“So are you enjoying your summer?” she asked as she wrote in her notebook.
“It’s okay.”
“And you still haven’t talked to Ty?”
I don’t know how many times I have to tell her that. “No ma’am,” I showed her some stuff I wrote down, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not even sure she’s listening anymore and I am pretty sure I’ll never see Ty again. Ms. Daphne asked so many questions and I am tired of answering.
I am tired of everything.
I was watching a movie with my family one night about a boy who kills himself. I really didn’t understand a lot of the movie, but I know that he did it and it made his family sad. I don’t understand why the movie was more about his family than about him. Why was he sad? I think that should be the movie. It just seemed even more sad
