Dear Elena,

Shocker...for You Guys

I excercise. I know from what you gathered from the past chapters was that I was a cowardly, book-loving slob that always slept in.

You are partially correct, sort of. The difference there was that I was healthy. I actually work out. Hooray!

To those that are disappointed, well, I don't really have a consolation so...

I could punch hard. I tested it out (not one of my brightest ideas). I knew some basic self-defense because my mom insisted that I was too small and pathetic looking. Yes, I know, I have a great mom. I was actually grateful to have actually learned it because it pulled my ass out of a lot of tight spots.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not some martial art expert or watchamacallit. I just now some basic self-defense. However, one thing I was really proud of was my speed, agility and stamina. Despite my lack of strength, I was nimble. Who needed a fight when you could avoid it?

I could dodge and run fast. Running away wasn't something to be proud of but to me it was just a tactical retreat because unlike some, I'm actually smart enough to know my limits(which are a lot).

Now, some of you might wonder. What is this, longer than usual, introduction for? Why! It's to explain why I was out jogging in the... you know what? I'm not even sure what time it is.

I forgot, again.

So I'm out jogging and then I go towards my house. Everything is the way it should be. I walk past my white picket-fence and onto my old-style porch.

Until my brain catches onto what I just saw. I had mail!

I paused undecisively, unsure if I actually want to see what was in it. I have to admit, it is a bit interesting to have a penpal but it was Mr. Mysterious Voice of Sadism's order, it's only right to be cautious.

Feeling IT'S presence coming, I shout out into thin air, ignoring the curious, is-he-going-insane look my neighbor sent me. "I'm getting it! No need to nag!" I heard the echo of a chuckle (nope not a giggle). I shuddered at the metaphorical smile I could practically see.

I got the mail and poked it warily. I was about to open it until I saw my gossipy neighbors looking at me curiously.

I glared at the boy my age and awkwardly smiled at the old lady whose name I always forgot. I dashed to the kitchen and locked the front door shut. It wouldn't do anything against IT but it gave me a sense of security.

I drank a glass of water and wondered inwardly why I was so nervous. I felt like it was going to change my life forever or something but it can't be, right? It's just a letter. I chuckled at my silliness.

Somewhere a creepy laugh scares away some birds. If only he knew...

I got my letter opener (because I was that classy) and carefully unfolded it, making sure to avoid creases and folds. I was confused by my actions but I didn't dwell on it any longer when I saw the neat and distinctly feminine handwriting.

Dear No-name-Stranger,

Hello, so you're looking for a penpal? I don't really mind as I have nothing to do. It seems we are the same in that aspect. I have checked your return address and had indeed noticed it is Summer. You would be surprised by how far your letter has reached.

Mysterious Voice? Does it really need to be capitalized? Though I do suppose if a mysterious voice would talk to me, I would label it the same. I do not mind your inexperience, I am in the same in the matter of interacting with people. However, through your style of writing, I am guessing you are a teenager?

I don't doubt you have loved your pets very much. No, I don't have any pets. I have healed and looked after some for relatives but I neved had one myself.

Why are you so bored? Do you truly have nothing else to do? I would be happy to alleviate your situation.

Nice to write to you too,

Elena

I stared at it in disbelief. It's been days and I had thought there would be no more Mr. Mysterious Voice of Sadism and penpals. Not only that but I get some old-fashioned chick from a "far away land". I should've thrown it away, ignored it maybe. It would be even easier to just forget the letter but the hopeful and innocent tone of the letter called out to me.

I had to write back and I had no idea why. There was no return address but I left that problem to Mr. Mysterious Voice of Sadism

Me: 1 Mr Mysterious Voice of Sadism: 6