Dear Angel,
You probably won't read this and, honestly, I don't want you to. I'm going to tell you something that Lisa and Esmeralda want me to tell you so bad. I like you. There I said it. I like your smile, your hair, your eyes, your personality and, most of all, how your the only boy at our table that won't steal my binder but get it for me when Chris steals it. You won't steal my pencil, break it, and throw the broken pieces at me like Chris. You won't steal anything from my backpack when I'm not looking like Isaiah and Oscar. You ask for things like when we first met and you said I was your buddy then asked to see my binder, and when I have candy/gum you, ask for some. I remember when we met, you asked me to draw you one of my notecard pics for you then the next day you asked if I drew it and I told you I didn't even know your name. You told me it was Angel but I could call you Carlos. Why Carlos? But yeah. I like you but if the feeling isn't mutual than forget you read this.
Your buddy,
Batman aka
Abigail Casas
P.s. I also remember when you almost called me boo.😏
P.s.s. If you don't like me this is gonna be really awkward.
