Fourth Grade Pen-Pals

Chapter Two /Sean/

Dear Vanessa,

Thanks for writing to me, and before we start getting close, I don't care that you're a girl. I mean, as long as you don't care that I'm a guy. Sorry, I'm really bad at writing letters... probably because I haven't written one in what seems like forever. So, I live in Tennessee, which you probably already knew, but whatever. And if you ever get sick of writing paper and pen style, here's my number in case.

Your friend,
Sean

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I dropped my pen on my desk, staring at the sheet of lined paper on my desk. Today at school, my English teacher, Mrs. White wanted us to have "pen-pals", which seemed pretty cool. At least, the idea of having one seemed pretty awesome. But when I found out that you actually had to write, it kind of shot down my spirit.

So I was a nice person and decided to give her my number in case she was something like me and wanted to text or talk over the phone instead.

Vanessa's letter seemed nice enough, but honestly, what did I expect someone to say in their first pen-pal letter?

My name's Vanessa and I have a secret collection of Pokemon cards.

No.

But I thought it was pretty neat that she lived in a big city, New York City to be exact. I could ask her what New York's like, if Times Square is as cool as it looks on TV and in movies. The only reason I knew her address was that it was in the return address on the envelope she sent.

Her handwriting was loopy and sort of a mixture of cursive and normal print. It was the kind you pictured when you think of a girl's handwriting.

I shook my image of her from my mind and reached for the envelope on my desk, dropped my letter inside, and sealed the envelope.

I really hope this pen-pal thing works out...