Dear cardboard Napolean in Room 208…

As I sit here on this cloudy and brisk morning, my eyes begin to wander and look up at the stoic brick building that we all call DeGaeta. As Mrs. Gribbin’s voice begins to fade and my mind begins to drift, I ponder about all the good memories that you and I had. 

Napoleon, you fearless and brutal dictator stole my heart and I saw who you truly were. Forget about what all those people in history said about you and how many people you murdered in cold blood. You kept me going this year. From bumping into you on my first day and looking in your eyes, I saw the man you truly were. After that moment, our friendship blossomed into something so beautiful that words cannot even begin to describe. 

Whenever I need to take a minute, I will always remember stopping whatever I was doing to talk and catch up with you. I hope whoever sits beside you next year will develop the deep and memorable friendship that we have. I know that you are standoffish and will miss me when I go off to college, but I want you to never forget when I fell into you during my journalism class.