Sirens

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Dear Amy,

Did you know the nearest grocery store is 50 minutes away? And has nothing even vaguely edible in it?

Apparently fish is the only food people like in this town. 

My room is about the same size of the half bathroom in your house. Yes, I know. I can hear your wealthy gasping from here.

...That sounds a lot meaner on paper. Ignore that, please.

I miss wifi. I miss TV. I miss my phone. I miss my house. I miss my bed.

God, I hate this place. I have to go to a new school on Monday, which I am super excited for. Can you smell the sarcastic syrup I'm dripping onto the paper?

-Mars

Dear Amy,

Could you spend more than, like, two minutes on your responses? It's been three days. You can't have moved on THAT fast.

Anyway, I can't sleep at night because of the ocean and I keep hearing these...noises.

Creepy ones. Like singing. It's certainly not my dad, because he sounds like a dying whale when he sings.

It sounds like women singing opera. It's super quiet, yet at the same time really loud.

-Mars

Dear Amy,

I accept your badly worded apology. And yes, I will spend the entire night tonight writing a letter "live". Is it, like, letter streaming or something?

-

10:09 PM

Nothing yet. Just a lot of waves.

10:20

I think I heard something. 

11:00

Nothing??? Maybe it was a one time thing.

11:20

Or I'm crazy. That too.

11:30

Never mind. I can hear it. 

11:32

It's gone now.

12:00

Oh god. I heard my name.

They keep saying it.

12:12???

they're not stopping they keep saying it oh god make them stop

amy help please i can see eyes outside my window and they keep saying my name

amy please

amy

amasfz

??? I have no idea when I wrote that. I don't remember any of this stuff happening. Weird.

-Mars