Caleb,
My Mom isn't doing any better. Neither am I. I've lost count of the lines on my wrists.
I have still been studying with Finn for spelling. You laughed when you saw me crying
during school. You laughed. I don't understand how anyone could laugh at another's pain.
But then again, I don't understand a lot of things.
-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
