Dear friend,
I wanted to invite Jenny and Ben over for dinner sometime but my step mum said they can never come over because she hated my friends. This made me very upset because she has never met them and i think if she had she wouldn't say such things about them. I then when to my room and started crying because no one should hate Ben and Jenny.
When i finally stopped I called Jenny and Ben. I told them that my step mum wouldn't let me invite friends over. Ben then said that me and Jenny could eat at his house.
I'm really excited! The last time I was at a friends house for dinner was with Anna last year. We had Spaghetti. The really great part was that I got to stay over to sleep. We ended up sleeping very little. We mostly just talked about things like books and movies and music. The one part I remember distinctly was walking around the neighborhood at night. Her parents were asleep along with the rest of the houses.
I looked into all the windows. It was dark and quiet.
"Do you think those people are nice?" I said.
"The Andersons?"
"Yeah."
"They're old. "
"What about those people?" I asked.
"Well, Mrs. Lambert doesn't like baseballs going into her yard."
"What about those people?"
"Mrs. Tanner has been visiting her mother for three months. Mr. Tanner spends his weekends sitting on the back porch and listening to baseball games. I don't really know if they're nice or not because they don't have children."
"Is she sick?" i asked.
"Is who sick?"
"Mrs. Tanner's mother. "
"I don't think so." said Anna, "My mom would know, and she didn't say anything."
I nodded. and then thought very hard.
"They're getting a divorce. " I said.
"You think so?"
"Uh-huh. "
We just kept walking. Anna said i had a way of walking quiet sometimes. I don't know if this is bad or good.
Love always,
Daniel
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De TodoDear Friend, I am writing to you because you listen and understand and didn't try to hurt that person at that party even though you could have. Please don't try to figure out where i am because then you might figure out who I am, and I really do...