Letter #365
Dear Family,
Hi it's Izzy. Well, I'm sure you know it's me. I mean come on, who else could it be? It certainly isn't Aunt Linda, because who else would be writing from a maximum security prison. Anyway, it's me. I'm in prison. The weather's pretty nice in New York. You except for winters. They suck. It snows, and it's cold as a freezer. Makes you feel like a Popsicle. I know it snowed, the prison is freezing. It's like they want you to freeze to death. (I mean that figuratively, of course) I would erase that line, but they only gave me a pen and I am trying to make this letter as neat as possible. So today's my birthday. I"m fourteen. I heard the our neighbor won the election for mayor. So, my birthday. The warden told me happy birthday, he is becoming a grandfather to me. He told me about when he was in the army. Pretty cool stuff.
You know what, I am not going to beat around anyomore. Mom, Dad, Brother I'm in prison. It's my birthday, I have written you over three hundred letters. Okay? Three-hundred and sixty-five to be exact. You want to know how I'm feeling right now? I am so tired. I am tired of waking up in a cell, with an orange jumpsuit on. I am tired of the looks that I am getting for being here. I am so tired of being in prison for something I didn't do. I am tired. I want to go home. Please help me get home. If you ever loved me, help me. Please. This is my last letter. Goodbye.
~Isabelle, who is still your daughter.
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Innocent
Teen FictionIsabelle is 13 years old when she is sent to jail for the murder of a senator she never met. After serving four years out of a twenty year sentence, someone confesses to the murder of Senator Jake Kennish. Isabelle is released immediately and sent h...
