"He loves you, Jane. Do not give up!" Oh my gosh. She just said to me what her sister said to her like 200 years ago! Wait. What am I talking about? She wasn't even real 200 years ago. Just because I'm here now doesn't mean she's out of the book. She's still in the book. Which means... I'm in the book. Therefore I don't exist.
Oh joy.
Ok, let me back up. My name is Chrysanthemum Morris. I know right. Chrysanthemum. Not a good name. I lost count of how many times I got made fun of after the third week of 1st grade. The only person who actually calls me Chrissy is Katie. I call her Kaithryn cause it sound cool. She became my best friend in 3rd grade when she dropped a twinkie on the floor and I picked it up, then Austin Maltagliati ripped it out of my hands and ate it. The three of us have been best friends ever since. Austin doesn't call me Chrissy though. He calls me Minnie which I really don't understand but, ya know. Anything's better than Chrysanthemum.
Anyways. I have a really long story to tell so... here it goes.
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Dear Jane
RomanceChrysanthemum Morris. Not exactly the best name for a nineteenth century rich man's daughter. Which is exactly what she is not. Yet. The story begins when Chrysanthemum (Chrissy) discovers that her favorite building in the world has burned down and...
