You know I’ve seen that old letter of yours a million times. I remember the first time you showed it to me. You were so excited and then you got real sad. That was the first time I saw you cry too.
I miss you. It’s only been three weeks, and I miss you so much it hurts. That probably sounds queer…I don’t mean it to.
How’s school? Things are boring here. Things are always boring in Everington. I hope you’re having fun. I hope you’re dancing all the time. I hope you dance to all you classes and look like a right twat.
Tony says you’ll come home for Christmas if you aren’t too busy. I’ll see you then I guess. You know my address. I hope you’ll write back.