Letters to the Boy Next Door

Letter 16

Caleb,

           Finn. Where do I start. I'm not quite sure why he came to my table at lunch in the first place, but 

I'm so glad he did the only problem is... I feel weird around him. I feel little butterflies when we

make eye contact. He is so nice. I haven't the slightest idea as to why people hate him. Today you

Gave him a black eye. He picked up a pencil that you dropped. He tried to hand it to you, but you 

just yelled at him for "contaminating" your pencil and shoved him against the locker and 

slammed you fist into his face. It made me so furious. I wanted to yell at you. I wanted to hit you back.

But Finn wouldn't want me to do that. I now have 4 lines. Finn has 15. But I still don't hate you.

                                                                                                                                  -Ella