Dear No One [on hold]

January 18 ~ 2pm

Hola, Mollie.

Hate to say this but I'm not Spanish like you. I'm actually French. Well, not fully. Just partly.

So, Bonjour, mademoiselle Mollie!

By the way, I think you have a belle (beautiful) name. Molliena. It sounds like a flower.

Okay, good. You're not mad at me. Phew, now I can finally stop worrying about that and eat a Snickers bar.

Seriously, I'm actually eating a Snickers bar right now as I'm writing this on my desk. I missed lunch so this chocolate bar is all I got to fill me up. We have a supply teacher today so I can pretty much do anything I want at the moment. Thank God.

No fair, you've made friends with a dog in the school? I've always wanted a dog, especially a German Shepard. Pft, Well I'm pretty sure that dog-friend of yours is way more fascinating than the basic people that go here.

By the way, those were some fascinating stuff about you.

Just a few things I want to say about them:

- Nice. We have the same music taste. I'm glad you liked the song I suggested.

- Red apples are still terrible. How dare you.

- How can you cry during Titanic? I just enjoyed the cool effects and the...uh, "drawing scene" ;-)

- And don't worry. Someday, you will overcome that social anxiety of yours. I've been through that too a few years back. Don't worry, it'll get better. Trust me.

- But what I'm mostly concerned about is when you said that you didn't exactly have a home. Then you said it was because you were kicked out...

Where are you living then? And why were you kicked out? Who kicked you out??

Are you alright?