Dear biles,
Hey Stiles. Its been quiet without you. At lunch we sit at our usual table,we leave your chair open.
Its funny to think I still look down at my phone thinking I'll see your name come up, you calling me to come rescue you. I know that will never happen again. Sometimes I still text your phone, to see how your doing.
Coach asked where you were yesterday. We had to tell him, he wasn't happy obviously. I even think he had a small tear down his cheek.
Everyone thinks that I shouldn't write these letters because your not here to read them. But they might change your mind and write one themselves. I may surprise you when the next letter comes.
Your friend,
The hot girl
