Dear Max,
Blackhell has done one good thing for me.
I made a new friend. Her name is Rachel. Rachel Amber. We got partnered up in science class together and for once, fate worked in my favor.
I don't know how we got along so well, but we just did. She hangs out with the popular kids, so our friendship is kind of forbidden, but I think it'll work out. Even though she's a social butterfly and popular, she dresses like a punk and while we were working on our project I learned we have very similar music tastes.
We've gotten close over the past couple of weeks. She's made me smile and laugh more in this past week than I have since you left.
Did I mention she's gorgeous? She's got long blonde hair and hazel eyes that sparkle in the light. She has that kind of laugh that can pull you out of any mood and make you laugh too. She's only seventeen and she already has tattoos. I admire her, I'm not the only one. Almost everyone here worships the ground she walks on. I guess it's her aura, she wants to be a model, so it makes sense for people to be drawn to her. She's the subject while everyone who observes her is the camera.
Being with her reminds me of when you were here. Maybe I'll finally replace you like you replaced me
Chloe
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Hayran KurguChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
