I will miss you

                                                              
                                                                         Dear Maha,

I am so depressed that you are moving to the Atlanta, or the ghetto as Jack and Patrick say. I will miss you because of your way of being. At the start when you come to this school I got mad at you because you confiscated the paper airplane I was throwing in the Wolf Room in the morning. At first I was lackadaisical of you being here but when I started to really know you I liked you more everyday. Every minute I passed with you, you started to pilfer my friendship, but I feel that the word was used incorrectly because it was not of very little value. You where always giving me companionship in profusion and until this year I started to accept it.

            I have to confess something to you, even thought I should have done that before you this. I have always been jealous and that has caused me to become rankle but it has always been very small. I have always wanted to emulate your prudent way of being. For you to know the times I have rebuke you it has been because I am jealous and most of the times I actually feel that you are right. I have always love how you are always so serene, sitting in a table listening to music. I love that you are always slovenly, and maybe that is the reason that Mrs. Meadows likes you so much. I like that you are not only smart but you are also very audacious and aren’t scared to stand up for your believes. I am also very jealous of your depictions in the stories you do and make them so vivid.

            Well I think I am done with the confessions. I will really miss you and I think that everyone in the school will miss you. I hope that Atlanta is not as bad as Jack and Patrick describe it. I hope that you will be able to embark your flight to Atlanta with the memoires of you friends in Panama. At the end you will always be able to talk with us using blogger and the blackberry group.

Sincerely, Harmodio