12/12/12 4:27 PM - Sophie
Dear Monsieur,
It's the last day I'll see like this - if I don't live to be 112 that is. I'm excited, I guess. But it's just an average day. Get energy to bet out of bed, get ready for school, have a 20 minute drive to school, attempt to have fun with my group of friends and go home to a Mum always in a bad mood, a couple of pets who don't love me, and a Dad who doesn't seem to try.
I really do wish that you could be here to witness this day with me, Monsieur. But I guess, in a way, you are. Maybe. What do I know?
People call me a 'genius', but come on. I don't think I'm as great as they say I am. Hmm.
Whatever for now.
I'll tell you about my day in a bit.
Yours Truly,
Sophie
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Dear Monsieur
Non-FictionI consistently write to the anonymous 'Monsieur'. I speak of my feelings about life, death, people, or opinions. Just all of it. And I've decided that since I'm anonymous, I could share this with all of you. Enjoy, & Namaste.
