Dearest Tommy,
Bloody hell, what's going on?!???!!?!!!!?!
Why's the writing project cancelled?? The school board's been coming down on us all day. Why, just now I was walking through the quad about to text you when suddenly one of the hall monitors confiscatec my phone, saying that it was for the sake of "preventing criminal activities".
Criminal activities?? I've been hearing that phrase a lot lately. What is going on? Literally nobody knows what's causing this, and those who do (ie. student government, the board of directors) have their lips shut tighter than my ass.
Now an announcement's being made. They're calling in students one by one to Janson's office starting today for interoggation. Fuck. I can see a cop car in our parking lot, Tommy. Must be some serious klunk we got ourselves into.
Sorry for getting your gift confiscated. I'll try to get it back.
Yours sincerely,
Newt
PS. I can't believe we spent our first date trying to catch Pokemon.
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YOURS SINCERELY • newtmas au
FanfictionThomas is writing letters to Newt, who seems to be the other side of the coin he's stuck to. ( tmr highschool au feat. newtmas with a dash of bromantic minewt )
