"Alright class today we are going to do a writing project!" Ms.Graham squaled.
Ugh I hate how excited my teachers were to give my a new project. I didn't even care about some bullshit little kid project. Can't they see we have a life outside of school? No its just me? Oh well. RING! RING!
"Good luck on your projects! See you tomorrow class!" Shit I don't even know what we are doing. I Better text Casey.
Hey Casey do you know what we are doing for the project?
I started to walk home as texting Casey as soon as I entered my apartment my screen flashed.
Yeah were supposed to write three letters to someone who we don't personally know. I'm writing to Santa
I can't believe that we have to write some retarded letters to someone who probably won't reply. What a let down to everyone wanting a letter from santa. I grab a bowl of cereal and sit down on the couch thinking of who im going to write about.
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After a whole night of thinking I decided to catch some zzz's. I cant think of anything i still have faith in or believe. I start crying thinking of my childhood. I want it back. The two loving parents, santa, and believing everything was fine. Im only 10 and live with no-one and act like a fucking teenager. Then all the sudden I realized I should write to the person who took it all away from me.
DEAR DEATH
HAI! So i'm going to start off by apologising for writing an authors note and not even a chapter of this book. Like tf? Anyways it probably doesn't matter because no-one will ever read my book until like 3 years later or some shit. Any ways have a good day BAI!
