Hey everyone!

Here's the newest story I've been working on! The format of this story was really hard for me to figure out. I didn't know whether to separate each letter into its own chapter or put it all into one chapter. After much debating, I have decided to separate the letters and replies into their own chapters. I hope this works!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Simpsons or any related characters, Matt Groening does. I just write and draw them because it's fun!

Chapter 1: The First Letter, The First Reply

In the town of Springfield, there stood a nuclear power plant, proud and tall.
Within the plant, many halls laced the building.
And in one the upper levels of the building, was a large room.
The large room had bookshelves which lined the walls. And a desk was situated at the far end of the room.
A lone letter lay upon the desk. Its intended reader: Charles Montgomery Burns.

Dear Mr. C.M. Burns,

I am very impressed by your accomplishments and your life. After reading your autobiography "Will There Ever Be a Rainbow?", I've wondered how a man your age is still able to keep up with the times.

Perhaps you are surprised at the randomness of this letter, and I don't blame you. But, if is all right with you, I would like to know more about you. Consider this letter an introduction for many letters to come. Who knows, we might even become friends.

Sincerely,
Wanda Silverson

"Smithers!"

"Yes, sir?"

Mr. Burns grasped a letter in his hands, "Look at this letter! Can you believe the audacity of this woman!?"

Smithers glanced over at the letter in question, "I don't understa--"

"This woman believes that she can ease her way into my life!" Monty slammed his fists onto his desk.

"Sir, would you like to reply to this woman's letter?"

Monty gave his assistant a quizzical look, "Dignify her madness with a response? Inconceivable! And besides," he handed Smithers the letter, "it doesn't even have a return address."

The assistant rapidly skimmed the letter. Upon reading the name of the writer, he smiled, "Ah, Wanda Silverson! I know her, sir. She--she's one of the regulars at the Malibu Stacy conventions!"

Mr. Burns snatched a pen from his desk and began scribbling frantically. After he finished, he slapped the letter into Smithers' hand, "Well, give this letter to her at once!"

"Right away, sir."

Wanda,

Did you actually believe that I'd pour my heart out to a common Mary Jane such as yourself? You poor girl, I almost pity your naïveté.

Friendship is one of the foul demons that curse the businessman.

Sincerely,
C.M. Burns

I hope that it is obvious that I am trying to tell this story mainly through letters. I just thought I'd make that clear right now. For some reason, I have problems writing description with this story. But you know what they say; less is more. (I hope)

Well, that's all for now! Gee, I hope I didn't make Mr. Burns too OOC. Ah well, time to run off and write some more of this fic! Please read and review!