"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 that I already did one of these, but it’s been one year since your death and I’m sinking into a sark hole I can’t get out of. There was a memorial service for you today, and I couldn’t feel anything. A bunch of us are going to visit you this Saturday, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I have a friend who’s helping me, but sometimes he just isn’t enough. I love him (as a friend) and I don’t know what to do. If you were here I know that you would give me some advice. I still remember your loud booming voice that filled up the whole room. You gave us life lessons and taught me so much, not just about World Studies. 1 year later, and I know that I will never forget you. “Promotion” for us is soon and there’s an award for you, and I so badly wish that there didn’t have to be one. I wish I could have you for US History this year, but life will always run its course. I will never forget you, I will remember your kindness and the respect you commanded when you entered a room. Your booming voice that could be heard from outside the classroom and the way you were and always will be loved by everyone. I know that in spirit you will be cheering each and every single one of us onstage at our promotion. Right now, I can only hope that things will get better and that everyone will be alright. Did I tell you? I made it into Blair and I know that in part, it is because of the way that you would always push all of us to do better and never shut down any of your ideas (including putting OUAT on the board when we talked about pirates.) We all miss you so much and I hope that you know that you are always in my heart, soul and mind.