Ellee,

I could just call you. Well, not right now, because I'm in English, but you know. Writing's more... unique and old-fashioned? Damn it, I can't even talk to you when I'm not talking to you. I think you have a voodoo doll of me for your own amusement. That's what it is. I'm never this stupid.

This was going to be a nice, long letter about how much I hate the end of the year because every teacher rushes to shove everything into the lesson plan. But then I remembered that I don't really care, because I'm about to graduate. I'm sad that I'm leaving you, though. No. This is not going to get sappy. We do not get sappy.

Oh, great. The teacher caught me. Damn it. I'll call you later.
Nate (voodoo again!)
Nathaniel

picword: i just had to say that

ellee would find that letter insanely amusing, and probably save it for a long time.

(but never tell him.)

Nate wanted to tear it up, but decided she would kill him if she ever found out he wrote it at all.