Friends

Hi Ma,

Today I was talking with Eleni and Christina and they both want me to do something to get back at Stefan. They want to see if I can still put a boy into the hospital. When that fight stop following me around already? I think I'm going to let it die. People just want to see me fight, and be involved in drama. Not me. Craig said that's the mature way to go.

It's hard to make friends with the smart kids. Firstly because they know me as being a retard in track three classes. Secondly because I kind of hate making new friends since eventually it'll be my turn to invite people over, and I can't ever do that and I feel bad not being fair. Thirdly because my old friends are not cool with me having new friends.

People STILL will come up to me and say "what are you doing in my geography class?" like they think I got lost in there or something. Every time we get tests back I try to hide mine so nobody sees and asks how I cheated to get a decent grade.

Somebody should tell Aunt Elaine she has to let us have friends over. The entire time we've lived here she's never let us have anybody come here. Not even on birthdays. It's retarded. She really hates kids. Even the two years this girl Jenna at my school lived here and we walked to school together - she had to meet me in the hallway; she was never allowed to come in. You can't always sleep over at somebody else's house and never invite them back.

Today this gay kid in my english class came up to me and asked if I wanted to see pictures. He gave me this stack of pictures of him and his dogs at the beach. In one of the pictures he looks like Nick Lachey. I told him, and he was really happy, and said it was because of his hat. Whatever the reason - he looked hot. He asked if I want to come with him, he's going again on Sunday. I think he goes way out - like to Long Island or something. I don't know about leaving Alex and Dani for so many hours. I told him I want to, but I have to check and let him know. He has a boyfriend who's a senior that I don't know.

Love,
Sam