Dear Michael,
It's Day 3.
I think my first letter maybe got to you by now. Right now I'm on my way to school. Ew. Just the thought of it makes me gag.
But at least I have you to get me through the day.
Actually right now I'm jamming out to one of your favorite songs. Just sitting here with the top down, the wind blowing through my hair, the music playing loud, and you on my mind makes me feel like I'm at peace with the world.
Which is surprising because I always end up swinging and missing at all the curveballs life throws me. But someday I know I'll end up taking a swing and hitting it out of the park. And you'll be there to watch.
Well now my friend texting me saying the bell has rung so I'm going to be late for class. Oh well, I never really liked math anyway. Half of the class are complete idiots that can't even answer what 9 + 10 is correctly while the other half can answer questions like; 'Johnny has four apples is he gives away four then what's the circumference of Jupiter?' Then there's me. Right smack in the middle. I mean I'm smart but I'm not nerd smart.
Well now I have to go endure the pain staking eight hours that I'll never get back. Well now seven considering I chose to stop at the music store since I was going to be late anyway. I'll just say I had a family emergency.
I love you so much Michael. Don't ever forget that.
Wish me luck with these idiots.
Yours Truly,
K
