Tad POV
Dear edlin
I have two problems today: the "elders" of the box car we're in, want to take a vote to take away my drawing paper which, you should know is the paper i am writing on right now, and oh yea, i hate my life right now.
They want to use my paper for and I quote "sanitary reasons". A moment of silence for the drawing pencils that wouldn't fit into the bag that Ada and I shared, mostly Ada's fault because she insisted on bringing the doll collection that she "didn't" sleep with every night.
Nonetheless, I let her have whatever she wanted in her bags because I knew that she's had a hard life so far.
Overshadowed by her depressional looks, Ada has never been the one to feel happy about anything mostly because no pays attention to her more than they do to me, and no one really pays attention to me except you.
I shouldn't feel anything either looking back at the past but, I try and make my life better. Friendly reminder: I still hate being here in this crappy, metal, cow box that reeks of people, and food, and other disgusting things but mostly the people.
Edlin, I wish I had never left. The thought of losing Ada in this new place, even with her antisocial-ness, makes me sick.
I am young.
Too young for this.
I know this will make me sound babyish and immature (which I am anyways) but as I am writing this my eyes are brimming with unshed tears, the thought of losing anyone close to me make my stomach clench of what feels like distaste.
Since I am still writing on the train, I will try to mail these to you from our new village where they are relocating us.
Your only (now crying) friend
Me
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Dear Edlin
Ficción históricaSeparated from his best friend, trapped in the cattle cars ready to bring him to his death, Tad has never had much good luck. Using his humorous voice to bring reality to his only listener, Tad writes Edlin letters throughout his journey. :/For Edli...
