I read this about a year ago, and I guess I didn't really think much about it. I really like your writing, of course. You know that by now, don't you? But I just couldn't connect back then. And I have been so bored today, so I came to the last page of your stories and reread this. And now I can connect. I know how it feels to be feeling so down and alone, that I would actually consider killing myself. I am so happy that I waited. I just have so many friends who urge me to write and who always have my back. I wish that Kent could have felt the same. Thank you so much for writing this story. Your writing has really made a difference in my life.
It's like you're there for me and you're one of my best friends, even though you have no idea who I am. I'm just a crazy, weird, and possibly scary fan of yours who will always be stalking your stories. You have changed my life forever, and I will always remember you. Your writing keeps me alive and happy. I come onto your page every day. I don't even care if you have new stories. I'll read your old stories. And I have no doubt in my mind that I have missed a couple. I found one today that I don't think I had read before. I will find those other stories soon, though!
Always waiting for new stories by you, Dru, and always rereading forgotten stories! :]
how we never notice anything until something blows up in our own faces. it's odd. but i couldn't help but think of the song "eleanor rigby" by the beatles. it just fits perfectly.
ok, even though you critisized(sp?) my story, i'm not going to do that to yours. You are a very good writer and I enjoyed this story. It was great. This story is kind of like what happened last year after my cousin, who was in my class, got killed in a car wreck because his sister and him weren't wearing their seatbelts, so he jumped infromt of her to save her and when they collided with the tree he flew out the window. We had an assembly like the one in this story and everyone was crying because everyone knew him. He was only 13 when he died last year.
Powerful. Lol all i can think to say. It's powerful. i mean this girl fell through the roof of our school once. It was at night. And she fell through the roof. No one knows why she was up there, but she broke her neck and died. We had an assembly for her and like The person above said, people who didnt know her were crying. It was really wierd for her to die like that yano....it's a gud story u wrote...Plz write more
actually, at my school, there was something like that/ Only it was that he was camping in his back yard, and he was just about to go back in the house cause there was a storm, but he got hit by lightning. We had an assembly for him, and people that didn't know him were crying. It was really sad he got killed like that.
This is all good. I love it. Is there going to be more? I shall read more of your stories. You're a great writer! Go you! That's cheesiness for you! lmfao
It's like you're there for me and you're one of my best friends, even though you have no idea who I am. I'm just a crazy, weird, and possibly scary fan of yours who will always be stalking your stories. You have changed my life forever, and I will always remember you. Your writing keeps me alive and happy. I come onto your page every day. I don't even care if you have new stories. I'll read your old stories. And I have no doubt in my mind that I have missed a couple. I found one today that I don't think I had read before. I will find those other stories soon, though!
Always waiting for new stories by you, Dru, and always rereading forgotten stories! :]