A/N: Note that this is my first time writing in the Misc. section, and it's kinda weird. Mostly because they're kind of ignored, at least by me anyways…This is for both Feeling Sorry for Celia and The Year of Secret Assignments, (aka Finding Cassie Crazy) because they're companion books, so they have some of the same characters. Anyway, here we go.

Disclaimer: Do I wish I owned this. But I don't. That's life. Jaclyn Moriarty's a genius, but I claim no right to her characters, the schools, anything. Go sue someone else.

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1. Letters from Brookfield

Em,

Bugger you and bugger me! How'd you do it?

Charlie

Dear Lyd,

It feels weird now to write to you after we just spent so much time in person…almost as if we shouldn't even be doing it. But the Ashbury/Brookfield thing is back in progress, so I guess we should. You like doing this, anyway, don't you? I thought so.

I would really like you to come over and meet my little brother, though. And not just for the sake of seeing you. He'd probably love you, and from what you've told me, you'd like meeting my mum as well.

By the way, you were right about Cass. About her singing anyway. I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity to say that she was amazing. I'm not usually one for the performing arts (can you tell?), but she blew me away.

Love,

Seb

2. Letters from Ashbury

Dear Charlie,

What're you TALKING about? And what's with all the "bugger?"

By the way, did I tell you what happened with Cass? No, I didn't. Did ANYONE tell you is the question. I'll tell you anyway. After the whole Paul Wilson fiasco, seeing as she can't (and won't) write to him anymore, Mr. Botherit thought it was unfair. Just because she got the lunatic, she shouldn't get to write to anyone? But everyone in the class already had someone from our class. So they had to get someone from another class. This was just volunteering though.

So guess who she got? Any ideas? No. I hate playing guessing games in letters.

Love,

Emily

Dear Seb,

I know, she was amazing. The irony, though, was very funny, about how she did end up collaborating with her "partner," because he wrote the song. Accidentally, no less, but he did write it.

I wonder if he saw it before he got chucked out.

So, counting the chucking out part, we got revenge on him three times. Once, you beat the crap out of him, the second time, Em, Cass, and I called him, remember I told you the story? (Mummy, my trousers are falling down, and everything.) And, of course, the chucking out bit.

I haven't told you the news about Cass, have I? Well, she got a new penfriend. Someone actually volunteered, from another class. Obviously, they didn't know who they'd be getting. Believe it or not, it's Derek Turner. Did he tell you?

Love,

Lyd

3. Letters from Brookfield

Dear Em,

What do you mean 'what am I talking about?' I'm talking about your audio mixing and looping! When I came to your school for the talent show, I saw it posted on the board. An ad asking about sound mixing. And it said "Come to Em, Cass, and Lyd." Crafty, eh? So it wasn't just Wilson!

About the Cass thing? I've no idea. I hate guessing games too. I'm guessing (haha) you'll tell me, though?

Charlie

Lyd,

I still can't believe Wilson got chucked out. It dawned on me the other day when I was passing by Anderson's class, while they were rehearsing, and there was a new star of the play. He's in my year, I think his name's Malcolm or something. I actually stopped to watch, which I rarely used to do. He's good (not that I'll see the play or anything).

Beautiful, you still didn't answer me about coming over to my house. And Lyd, please don't turn it into a Secret Assignment. We've met so many times in person, we shouldn't have to play games anymore, am I right?

Love,

Seb

Hey stranger,

No. Literally. Hey stranger. I'm Derek Turner, and the first thing you should know about me is that I signed up for this by accident. No offense or anything; it was literally an accident. I was raising my hand to talk to my English (bleh) teacher about Shakespeare or whatever the hell we were talking about. But he actually was asking who'd like to volunteer for the Ashbury/Brookfield pen pal project.

Which shocked me, and I didn't really say much. So whoever you are, you probably don't wanna hear me ramble on about this. Besides, we only have to do this for one more term: Spring. I'm not used to writing letters, I don't really write for amusement (hence the not listening in English class).

Another thing you should probably know about me. I'm a friendly guy most of the time, but I've had some bad experiences with some people at Ashbury. I'll tell you them when I get to know you better. So forgive me if I'm not completely thrilled about this.

Later,

Derek Turner

4. Letters from Ashbury

Dear Charlie,

It's Derek Turner. Kinda weird, don't ya think? Christina's ex, and we all know who Christina is, don't we Charlie?
Don't think I'm imploring anything about you getting together. Because if you did—I have connections to people who break LOCKS, Charlie! You never KNOW what I could DO!
Forget it. I'm done talking to you.

Em

AKA,

What's so bad about the games? I like them. They're a chance to be with you, and feel a bit mischievous as well. Anyway, I've always liked feeling like a spy, ever since I was little. A bit childish, I know. Besides, the name AKA is kinda sexy. I can call you that, can't I?

Today, Bindy Mackenzie drove me crazy. She talked to me out of nowhere (why! why! I already have friends. Why do I need to talk to her?) about you, no less. (No offense, Seb. I just think it's hardly something she'll be talking to me about.) Complimenting me on my good taste in guys. Meaning you. You've seen her, haven't you?

Anyway, it's one of the few times I've actually felt jealous. Well, when your mom's famous and your dad's the smartest man in the world, you rarely do. I guess I've just kinda been down lately. I'll get over it.

Love,

Lyd

Dear Derek,

Nice to finally—meet you. Sort of. I heard the whole story about your ex, Christina, by the way. Nice job breaking your hand. I guess it's my turn to tell you about me. Well, I was the one who wrote to Paul Wilson. That should say a lot. I was the one who was accused (along with my best friends, Lyd and Em) of breaking into your school and pouring grapeseed oil all over the floors. Remember that? You probably do.

Sorry about your bad experience. I've had some too, in case you didn't hear. So maybe we could help each other? It's harder for me to trust people now, because of the whole Paul deal. So forgive me if I'm not terribly open.

Bye,

Cassie

That's it for now. Soon to come: Emily's Weekend, Cassie's Diary, Lydia's (soon to be named, because she got rid of her notebook), not to mention, Charlie and Emily: SPRING TERM!

And I promise it'll come faster if you review.