to evangeline,

    we got paired up for the history project. you looked so pissed when you found out, you blew up on ms richards. it's okay though. you had your reasons. you sent your friend -- trisha, i think -- to tell me that you won't be helping me with the project. i expected that. i knew you'd do that, it's so you. i'm fine doing the project on my own. the haitian revolution is easy.
    dad's back home. he's back to treating me like shit and telling me how useless i am. but it's okay. he's telling me something that i already know. something he and everyone else already drilled into my head, including you. people at school ask me if i'm okay all the time and i just smile. i know that they don't really care when they ask. they just think it's the 'right' thing to do. i'm not okay. i know i'm not okay. you know i'm not okay. i'll try to get through this though. i'll do it for my mom. i said i'd do it for you too, but you're not here anymore, so one less person.

love,
hayden.