elizabeth's hatbox

seven;

noah,

it's been about a week, less than that, since i last wrote to you. i'm sorry. i was whacked with a big, fat amount of real business and i'd been busy, i guess.

that's right. real business. i have a life, noah, i finally have a life! i have friends, i have dad. i don't think mum cares to bother anymore. but if that's the way she wants to be, then that's the way she should stay. i don't think i have a right to interfere.

dad. he took me out to the local restaurant last friday and for the first time since i'd been in this new place, i felt important. appreciated. someone had finally taken some time off to be with me. just me, and nobody else.

it felt magnificent.

speaking of friends, i owe it all to breigh. she introduced me to almost everyone at saintcroix academy, and they're nice to me, most of them. they're nothing like the people at our old school, where watching someone getting beaten was considered entertainment. here, the people actually give you a chance, get to know you, before judging you straight away.

i actually have a more than one friend now. leanne, jesse and portia. add me and breigh, and there. that's our group. it's bliss.

but has it been the same for you, too? have you been in absolute bliss, like i have? i hope you hadn't sensed my absence. i said i was sorry.

great. now i feel like i've neglected you.

now i feel guilty.

now i feel like cancelling my plans with the girls.

on second thoughts, never mind. i mean, you're noah, right?

you'll be fine.