Dear Writer
It snowed today. The school had a snowball fight before we were let out early.
A girl was standing by herself and I was going to go talk to her. She walked away when she saw me coming.
It's like I can't talk to anyone because I'm the popular kid.
Please tell me who you are. It's killing me.
Chris
YOU ARE READING
Letters to you
General FictionYou watch the one you love be with someone you hate. Feeling a need to tell him, you write letters to him under no name. Then he starts to write back.
