Dear Abercrombie, Entry #8
Tonight at dinner Jack told us how Nana and Papa really died. He said they were murdered. I yelled at him that he was wrong. I yelled that they weren't murdered. We were in the house when they died in their sleep. There was no sign of murder. He shook his head and I stormed away from the table to my room. Elysha glared at him and chased after me.
She started talking about some stuff but I didn't answer. She didn't give up, so she brought up Jack. I started to rant. She started to rant. She can talk so fast that I swear she is just saying french fries over and over again really fast. I had to stop her and make her restart. She doesn't believe Jack... SAME... and thinks he isn't helping... AGAIN SAME... and that he should just give us the money and leave... ANOTHER SAME...
The weather is getting closer to us. Many people have died. Florida is under water from floods and tsunamis- The Great Wasteland looks like a thousand of what the Outdated called the Grand Canyon. Of course now we call it the Metal Reservoir.
You see, you just recently came from Utona, Melio. We have advanced here in the U.S. and we are about fourty times more advanced than the next most advanced country. We have gone from natural resources to a special metal that doesn't break but burns easily- Jack can you please not give a boring lecture and write for me- Sorry- Ugh, just go away- Geez- Just write your french fries letter with Elysha. Until next time,
Ryan L. Walker
P.S. What does Abercrombie stand for?
P.P.S. You can't know
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FantasyA family of orphans have been on the run from the Ocoaquan Republic for three years since their parents were executed. But can they survive the biggest natural disaster ever recored. Fighting a mix of earthquakes, tornados, volcanos, hurricanes, and...
