Dear Cherie,
How are you? My new high school, Mount Horizon, isn't so bad. It is kind of like summer camp, and also kind of not. We are out in nature a lot, which I like. There sure are a lot of chores here though. We have classes like a regular school. I miss you and Margaux.
If Henry knew the friends I am making here, he would go ballistic. These are the type of kids that we are always warned to stay away from, the "bad influences". The thing is that is the only type of friends I can make here. Otherwise I would be completely alone. A lot of times I can't even tell they are the bad influence type, until I hear them talk in group that is. I guess now I am the bad influence type too. I can't tell you how many times I have had to say I got sent here for stealing a car. That isn't the whole story of course, but it takes a while to get to that type of thing.
One girl is in here for selling weight loss drugs to all the girls in her class. She is one of those friends that don't seem like the type. Remember when we joined the Chicklets and they wanted us to take drugs? She reminds me a little of them. They sure didn't seem like the type either. If they did we would have never joined their club in the first place.
I wish you were here, but I am also glad you aren't stuck here like I am. I can't believe everything got so out of control so fast.
Lots of hugs,
Punky
