"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I know you’re going to read this and think, “She’s so stupid, I’m not dead.” I’m not stupid, I can literally see you right in front of me. So, I’m writing this to you as if you were dead. As if you weren’t here anymore, just so you can hear what I have to say before you go. Which hopefully isn’t on your own time. Okay, here we go.
You were my best friend. The person who I go to whenever there is a problem, or the person that I would go to just for a laugh. It’s hard to believe you’re gone. Everyone always says, “Give it time,” but I can’t. Who can I walk with to class everyday with and laugh and make fun of people? Who can I randomly laugh at from across the classroom. Who can I cheat on APUSH tests with by using ASL? I don’t think I could ever do that with anyone but you. You were everything to me. I can never forget Spanish II our freshman year. We were idiots basically. I mean granted, we did do just fine, but we were still extremely stupid. I loved eating with you, or pulling stupid jokes. Taking dumb Snapchat photos and so much more. I miss you everyday, and it’s hard without you. Every minute I look over at your empty seat, I can just imagine you looking back at me with a stupid facial expression. I never thought that I would see the day where you weren’t here, but here we are now. I said it once, and I’ll say it again, I miss you so much. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being the light of my light. I love you always. Thank you for everything.