I ran to the mail box still in my Pjs. I got looks from people but I didn't care! I open the mail box, nothing there. Maybe the mail lady hasn't come yet.
*5 MINUETS PASS*
Still nothing. Sam hasn't been writing and its been scaring me. I walk back ti the house. Did he....die? NO! He didn't die!! My thoughts are taking over. I cry and run back to the house. I cry silently so Erica can't hear me. Connor (who has been staying at our place) came running down the stairs. "DID HE-!" He stops when he saw me. "No...." I say still crying looking back at him. "He didn't write..." I say looking forward. "Aw! Halle!" He said hugging me. "Just don't think about anything....negative. " he said trying to comfort me. I nodded my head and went to my room. I looked at a little box with Happiness written on it.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From a Soilder (RIP prt2)
Romance(This is part two to my other book R.I.P (a Sam Pottorff fanfic) you must read that first for this to make sense) He is off at war and I am left with the guys and my 5 year old daughter Erica. we write everyday with no fail. this is my story.
