Ninth Letter

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hullo daddy,

we need to carry out with this plan soon, and fast. yesterday was my birthday as you remember, and i think mommy is on to me. i was about ten or so minutes late to my own party.

when i came downstairs auntie, uncle, granny and gramps were already sitting there, awaiting me. I was so nervous and i was panicking big time.

"what on earth were you doing up there?" mommy asked me.

"i was, i was, um, i was um, writing letters to daddy again..." i replied, my voice more hesitant compared to the usual me.

"oh, that's nice sweetie," she said, "what about?" i really didn't know what to say.

"uh, nothing," i replied. i made my tone dry that time, to make her less suspecting, but it didn't help.

"you can tell me stewart, it's okay,." mommy answered. she was getting frustrated with me. i could tell.

"it's none of your business. leave it alone," i snapped back with way more attitude than the usual. i clearly remember mommy's eyebrows furrowing in anger as she crossed her arms.

"okay don't tell me," she yelled, "i'll go see for myself." i really didn't know what to do, i was hyperventilating in front of all of the family.

so i did the only thing logical: attacked granny. i pushed her over her foldable steel chair and she went crashing to the ground with a drunken laughter. i found it brilliant and satisfying. she never liked me anyways.

granny nearly broke a bone and mommy forgot about reading our super-secret plan for the time being. we all had to rush her to the hospital, but it was worth it. because our cover wasn't broken.

mommy is upset with me and i'm grounded for a month. not that it even makes a difference. the witch has me trapped in this prison called my house, due to my chain called my heart.

i beg of you, daddy. please come fast. before we're caught in the act and this comes crumbling to ashes.

                                                        sincerely

                                                        your son,

                                                        stewart

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