Dear Chris,
I dunno if you remember me. In first grade we were best friends. In second grade..well you were held back. I didn't see you the whole day but we had Kid's Safari together after school and we always played with the legos. We slowly grew apart but one day, when I was in fourth grade, I decided "To hell with it" and I decided to be your friend. When you died, I was in shock. I didn't fully process it till the day of your funeral and I decided not to go. It...shook me. If you died so young, that meant that I could die young too. And that's when I started obsessing over death. Like, not..I wanted to kill myself or oyher people. I just was scared that everybody was going to die. And...I admit. I became weird. Not the good kind either. But then I talked to your cousin Crystal (Aunt Crystal to me) and I met Allan Robert Stone. The cutest kid ever. And I felt better. Like, not just in my body but in my heart too.
Enough about me. How are you? Are you doing okay? Are you at peace or whatever? I really miss you. Like, if you were here, you'd be a freshman. and...It's not so bad. Maybe we'd be closer. I kind of viewed you as a brother figure, even though I have my own. I guess...I don't know. Let's start over. Cos I'm a whole new person now. Hi, my name is Emily.
