Dear Mum,
I don't know if you're still mad at me, but it's been three months now, and even I can't stay mad at you this long. So I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry I left just after our fight, I know we could have talked more. But I'm not sorry for leaving.
I remember how you said that it was just a phase, that it would pass, and I would be once again interested in my studies. You even begged me to think it over. And I did. I've been traveling a lot, and it gave me a lot of time to think. Now I know for sure that I don't want to go back to school. I don't even want to find another school like you had suggested. I felt like I was trap, and it was becoming hard to breath. But now, I feel so much better.
Maybe you don't understand how I can give up on college so easily, but for now it's the right thing to do, I know it. I'll come back one day, and that day I'll know for sure what I want to do with my life, but in the meantime, I'll travel.
Right now I'm in the quaint little town of Polis, in Washington. It's all snowy in here, and the town is surrounded by giant mountains, with huge trees as far as the eye can see. I couldn't afford a room in the only motel the town has, so I'm camping. But don't worry, I won't stay there for long, it's already planned. I'll take another bus for Seattle in a day or two, and I'll write you again when I get there.
I hope you won't be mad at me even more for what I said, but I think we've been at war long enough. Now we should make peace. That's what I really want.
Clarke
A/N: Hi guys, this is the shortest story I've ever written I think, please enjoy it, give me ten minutes and the whole thing should be up (followers of mine, sorry not sorry)
