Caleb,
Today a boy sat with me at lunch. He was pretty quiet. All he said was that his name was Finn.
His hair is a lot lighter than yours. His eyes are a lot darker than yours. He is a lot quieter than you.
I still enjoy both of your company, because I don't hate you. My heart is throbbing constantly. I don't
know what I did so wrong that makes people hate me. Maddie didn't hate me. She had enough
courage to talk to me. Her and Finn are alike in that way. But Maddie is confident, an extrovert,
not afraid to be in the spotlight. I get the feeling Finn would want to be in the opposite of the
spotlight. I don't even know why I son't despise your soul. You said that I was nothing. I was a freak. I
was a stalker, stupid, a retard, messed up. Your words hurt me. But I can't wrap my mind around the
fact that someone who looks so trust worthy could be so cruel.
-Ella
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Letters to the Boy Next Door
General FictionElla just moved into her new home. In the house next door, there is a boy named Caleb. She is bullied at school and meets a boy named Finn. She writes letters to Caleb, but never sends them
