Wirllry love letters

Jan 15th

My dearest Henry,

It feels like 1000 Years since I've last seen your face, I miss you..The jails here aren't so different than the ones in the U.K. And the schools here are close to the same also. The creek that was fun wasn't it, the stones and pebbles every color of the rainbow, slick and sharp shining bright like knifes in the glow of the moon. Hope the stray dog is ok wish you luck.

I'm sorry I'll be missing the end of the year and summer, but I hope you will still have fun with out me. Now I have a question, why have you gotten all upset over Ella? Is everything alright between you to? Henry you do know you can tell me anything right. If there is anything you need you can tell me I'll be here for you. They can't get rid of me that easily I'll always come back. Even if someone {like clay} try's to tear us apart they will soon learn they made a fatal mistake.

You say your sister and her friend are cutting there hair themselves? That sounds like a great idea, Be sure to let me know how that turns out. And while were on the topic of siblings I wonder if I'll ever see ally and lucky again. I hope whoever adopts lucky under stands that he doesn't like to talk. And about the robotic's think you seem excited, and I do think you should try it. After all if you don't like it, you could always quit. It wouldn't hurt to try it, and some thing to keep your wonderful mind busy.

As for that drawing, the fire pit? That sounds a little harsh. Anyway I wish your father luck, but i hope you don't worry he's the best officer in this town if anyone can catch this guy it's him. I'm sure he'll be fine Henry, there's no need to worry. And there's not enough room in this letter to list all the reasons why I hate that ugly mean rude ass man that speaks only bullshit you and the other poor innocent townsfolk call "clay" it would take me bloody years to list of all the things wrong with him. Though if you really want I can try but not in this letter as I've already said there is no room. 

And yes you talk in your sleep babbling and nonsense for hours. It's quite funny to listen to when your in a bad mood, even if you don't remember them your dreams are amazingly wonderful just like you. Anyway Marco is calling me I have to go love, miss you.

Love, William.