Dear Stranger,
I have to say I'm kinda surprised that you're actually reading these letters. I was expecting something more along the lines of ripping up and throwing away, not sending me the DVD copy of the movie I was supposed to see. But thanks. Me and my homosexual roommate are enjoying it greatly.
Oliver is the best gay guy I have ever met. I've already dubbed him my new best friend. He's not one of those overly feminine types, which is nice. He's only two years older than me, making him a junior in high school. He's in here because he was beat up for being homosexual. When he told me his story I legit starting crying and I got out of bed, into his, gave him a big hug and we trash talked his bullies together.
Luckily for him, he won't be here too long. Once the internal bleeding goes away, all he'll have left to heal is a broken wrist, arm and two ribs.
Wishing the hospital had popcorn (and good food in general),
Serena