Dear God,
I had a massive headache today.
You know,
The kind that makes you roll up into a little ball because it hurts?
Yeah, that kind.
I even cried a little because it hurt so bad.
Cody had to talk in whispers.
I couldn't talk because it hurt my head.
I couldn't even move too fast.
My head can go die.
Love,
Peyton
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Letters from Peyton
Teen FictionPeyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
