Dear Luke,
I went back to school yesterday, and I feel better than I did two days ago. My nose is still stuffed up, but otherwise, I'm better.
When I got into photography class Ashton had already took the liberty in doing my half of the project. I felt bad about it, but he told me it was fine, and gave me a nice little smile I can't get out of my head for some reason.
I still remember your smile, but his felt weird when he directed it towards me. It made me nervous, in kind of a good way I guess.
I met with my tutor again once more and I feel like I am finally getting caught up on all my work, and I feel happier now and I smile more often.
I started writing too.
I actually just started writing before I wrote this. Some of my words are odd, and I need to rearrange them, but it is okay.
It really isn't that good of a story, so I don't plan on posting it anywhere for anyone else to see.
I know if you were here, you would nod your head up and down and say it was great, even though it is absolutely dreadful.
I guess friends complement each other on stupid things.
-May