Dear volunteer,
Is it strange that I know your name and still refer to you as "volunteer"? Let me start again.
Dear Allison,
That's better isn't it? I suppose it makes the interaction more personal. However I realize that, because you do not have my personal address, you can not reply. I will not deny that this gives me an advantage in our communication. I hope that this does not strain our relationship.
It has been one month. That really seems improbable. Only three letters in and here comes Halloween. I suppose it'll give me something to think about.
So. You live in California. Is the heat bad there still, or has it cooled down? I guess you don't really get snow, for which you should be thankful. Snow is the worst thing ever. Everybody gets all hyped up about winter and Christmas and snow, but really they're just another season, holiday, and messy substance. Like, for example, snowmen. Think of making people out of snow! It is perfectly ridiculous.
I don't really like fall at all, mostly because I don't like school and because everyone makes too big of a deal about the leaves. I mean, don't they also have to rake them? Well probably not because I end up raking the neighborhood for money, but it's just so much fuss about nothing!
I like spring though; it is much fresher than all of the others. It may sound cliché, but spring gives the feeling of a fresh start and I often feel like I need one, though I don't know why.
How did I get on the topic of seasons?
Oh well. Goodbye for now. I'll write again in another two weeks. I know that this was short but my mind is quite empty at the moment.
Insolent adj. showing a rude and arrogant lack of respect.
Sincerely,
Jeanette
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Dear Allison
General FictionJeanette Lindsay Dupuy is the "freak" at her school. Her life is riddled with a drunk father, unwanted attention from both genders, and a secret that she has been keeping for nearly her entire life. I'm awful at writing Summaries :).
