A/N: Hello everyone. This is my new story (duh) and I would like it if you reviewed it and told me what you think. I have the 2nd chapter written and ready, but just want to know if it was worth posting. So hit me up. No hate mail please, only constructive criticism.
No beta, so all grammatical and spelling error are mine.
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Plot is mine.
Dear Mr president,
This is the 96th letter I write to you.
I am writing to confess to you my feelings towards the people of this world. They are mean, heartless and vicious, sir. They treat me with hate without even giving the time to get to know me. They call me names, give me judemental looks and if they can spit on me, they will, my dear sir.
It's not like I give them a reason to do so, I'm a straight walking man, with proper morals and insignificant physical appearance; thus I fail to see why everyone is picking on me. I don't antagonise anyone. I don't even socialise with them to rub them off the wrong way.
It might be a mystery, or it might be that the human kind developed a keen sense of smell, that leads them to the weakest of humans, so they can battle them out. Maybe I have become the weakest of humans, and should be elimenated; that's the only way I could make sense of this entire debacle.
I apologize in advance for taking off your time and annoying you with this unimportant nonsense. It's just that you are the only person who remains trustworthy; you run our country, so surely you're a good person.
Yours faithfully,
Jasper Hale.