Dear Sandra,
I must assume you were at a Halloween party. You were my pen pal for years. But, I must tell you something that isn't safe for me, myself and I. My boyfriend had kicked me out with nothing but supplies, torture from Department Store Santa, and no money. Supplies are pen, paper, my suitcases full of unluckiness and very little food
This is like the Hunger Games, but you are homeless for no reason. Sorry if its sloppy, I wrote this letter on a seating rock. You won't read this anyway.
To my heart and adore
Love Mirobelle.
Authors note:
This is going to be letters to everybody that Mirobelle knows. The one in the picture is Sandra, Mirobelle's pen pal. Love you my twisters. And in the story, Mirobelle and her lovable friends and family write stories to each other...but heres the worst part from my co-writer:
I am mad at my family because they boss me around, but I guess that is part of discipline. Thank you my lovely dogs,
Hannah
