Gavin, what happened was, on the last day of 5th grade, when I gave you cookies, was when Wyatt Cerruti told me something that made me upset, and I'm the idiot for listening. The morning of that day, he told me and I quote, "Gavin was talking crap behind other people's backs, and yours." And it made me upset because at the time, I considered a bunch of our classmates at the time, "the cool kids" and that they thought they were better then me in anything and everything, and that they were these horrible children I'm always going to hate. But I considered you one of them, but at the time, you seemed different and I trusted you. And you were the only "cool kid" I even trusted at the time. I know I can't take back how I treated you, but all I can do is tell you my story, and say I'm sorry for it all. The silly string, the hissing, growling, and the evil glares. And the mistrust I had against you, and the silent wishing of you disappearing, I can only apologize for all of it and start over, this time, work on trusting and being nice to you like I used in the past.