Dear No One,
I’m bored. I don’t know what to do anymore. Every day now is just the same as the last and it’s getting tiring.
Ms. Webb has been gone for about a week now and I guess I’m kinda missing the old lady. She was the only thing that made each day different instead of me just sitting around “Wasting the day away,” as Anne always says.
The one thing that Ms. Webb does is ask me questions every time I see her. Just by her asking those simple but complicated questions every second day makes my day different from yesterday. It gives me something new to think about besides how many lights are spread out amongst the large room’s ceiling. 13. But I bet I’ll still count again tomorrow.
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Letters to No One
Teen FictionDear no one, I don’t know why I’m writing this. Doesn't make much sense to me, but I was told to and…I guess I’ll finally do what I’m told. Ms. Webb said I should do this and that it would help with my memory. I don’t really know what I’m supposed t...
