Dear Olivia,

I spent Halloween in the hospital. I had some sort of infection in my lungs, and the doctors didn't know what to do at first.

I know if you were here, you would have been freaking out, worrying about me.

I missed you a lot in that hospital, and I started wishing again that I could still call you and hear something other than your voicemail recording.

You know, I wish I saved the messages you left me, after I moved to Dad's.

Guess there's no use regretting that now, though.

I'm fine, I guess. I missed some stuff in school, but it's nothing I can't make up. My grades are a lot better, because they're all I have to focus on.

Straight A's this grading period so far.

It's the one thing I can be proud of.