Dear sixth grader,
I hope you're at peace now.
I hope that your pain and misery has ended.
I hope that you know that we miss you.
A lot.

You must have been funny.
Or even cute and sweet.
Maybe you were really smart too.
But I know that you weren't disgusting.
Or ugly.
Or just plain old stupid.

I know that you were in pain. And that you felt like no one understood you.
But please trust me when I say this.

You were different.
You were unique.
You made someone's day, even if you didn't realize it.
You were loved by your parents.
And by your family.

We all miss you so much.
Many are crying.
And many are lying.
Someone must have done this to you.
But don't worry, time will soon reveal our biggest secrets.

And we will never forget you. Rest in peace, our dear sixth grader.