Okay, so I have this new idea. I dedicate this to my classmates Minh-who showed me the song "Waving Flag," which partially inspired this fic- and James (a guy who has way too much influence on my life), both of whom will probably (hopefully) never read this. Those two probably lurk this site, but will never find me. If they do, I'm dead.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. This disclaimer is for the whole fic.

Dear whoever gets this,

Hi! My name is Alfred F. Jones. I live at the address in the corner. It's really nice in New York City. Oh, and today, March 25, 2011, is my tenth birthday. Yippee for me!

Anyways, I'm writing this letter to you, Mr(s). Stranger, because I have a pen pal project at school. It got boring talking to kids who lived only two hours away, but I love talking to people I don't know, so I'm going to write to you because I want to.

Soooo, my life is good right now. I just had a birthday party, and it was AWESOME! All my friends came over, and we played Modern Warfare 2 for like three hours straight! How totally rad is that! And there's this one girl, Janine, who's really REALLY cute, but I don't know how to talk to her. I haven't told Mommy yet cuz she'd totally FREAK OUT if she knew I had a crush. Although, she's gonna find out eventually, cuz that's what all mommies do. They like to snoop and find stuff out.

Ummm...let's see...oh yeah, school. It's like sooooo horrible right now. I hate fifth grade! My teacher gives homework like EVERY DAY. And it's always the hard stuff, like math and science. Well, History's fun, so I don't mind.

At least I have my 100 classmates to talk to. I think I would DIE if I didn't have anyone to talk to. Well, actually, Janine doesn't talk to me at all, which kinda sucks. I mean, she's my Facebook friend and all, but STILL! She's like soooo pretty and popular and funny, but I don't think she even sees me. Maybe if I try out for soccer she'll finally see me and fall in love with me. Although I better ditch the glasses, cuz I look like a nerd. I think I'll ask Mommy if I can get contacts.

Oh, tomorrow, my best friend Keegan is coming over to play. For some reason, Daddy doesn't like him. He says that Keegan's dad is a (I don't know how to spell this so I'm gonna try) "cuniving basterd." Apparently, he doesnt' like Keegan's dad. I'll figure out why someday. When I asked Mommy what it meant, she got mad and took away my PSP and X-box. How totally unfair is that! I had nothing to do for like a week. I even explained to her that Daddy said that word, and she got all red in the face and stomped away from my room. I don't know what that was all about.

Well, my hand is cramping, and I'm tired of using a pen, so I'll just stop now.

Bye, Farewell, Ciao, Adios, etc.

Alfred F. Jones

The young boy smiled at the letter in his hand. It took three hours and two juice boxes, but he finally finished writing it. Opening up Google Maps, he found a random mailing address that he was absolutely positive was a private residence. He folded the letter at hand and stuck it in an envelope. He dug out his piggy bank and left it on his desk by the envelope. Tomorrow, when his best friend came over, the two of them would mail the letter themselves before going to Central Park. One day, he'd get a reply from the stranger. He just had to.

Keegan came over the next day, as expected. The two sat up in Alfred's room, looking over the letter and prepping it for mailing it. The two decided to send their letter to Great Britain, which seemed foreign enough.

As the two wrestled on the bed, Keegan suddenly kicked Alfred off of him. He hit the floor

"OOOWWWW! Dude, what was that for!" the pained boy cried.

"I just had the brilliantest idea EVER!" He grabbed Alfred by the shoulders. "Why don't we send this all around the world?"

"Dude, that's more change and stamps than we have put together," the blonde grumbled.

"Nah, the receivers can foot the bill. Here, lemme show you." The brown haired boy grabbed Alfred's MacBook and flipped it open. He glanced once at the open Safari page and frowned.

"Really, Al? What do you see in Janine anyways? Oooh, your her Facebook friend!" Alfred blushed furiously and opened up a blank word document.

"That's beside the point. Now do whatever you wanted to do." Turning back to the computer, the boy started typing.

To whoever gets this letter:

In a way, you could call this a chain letter. And if it is, please don't let it stop. Right now, I am a ten-year-old fifth-grader, but one day, I'm going to be in the real world. I want you to read my letter, and any other letters in here, and write one of your own. If more people live with you, great! Have them write one too. One day, preferably before I go to college (which should be in seven years to this day), these letters can be mailed to me from wherever they end up. Tell me about yourselves. Write any advice you've got for me. I want to see the world from my home. I'm never going to be allowed to leave my house, so show me the world. PLEASE.

Write in whatever language you feel comfortable writing in, though I'd rather like it if you write in English. I still haven't learned any other languages yet, so please write in English.

Oh, and feel free to send other media, like CDs and photos. I'll get them eventually.

Yours sincerely,

Alfred F. Jones

The two scheming boys looked over the typed document. "This is gonna be so awesome," Alfred said.

AN: Okay, so I've started, and before I get the comments, I would like to say a few things.

(1) THIS IS A WIDESPREAD HUMAN AU. The likelihood any of them will have met each other will be low, but you'll just have to wait and see.

(2) ALL AGES ARE DETERMINED BY YOURS TRULY. I'm aging them as I want, so all your favorite couples will most likely be decimated. The ones you don't like, however...

(3) NO HOLDS BARRED. I'm tackling all sorts of stuff in this fic. I plan on glimpsing in on the lives of drunkards, heirs, and all sorts of people. That's where I'll need your help. If you guys could give me tips and pointers on living in places or under certain conditions, that would be nice. For starters, can anyone explain to me why you would go to a bar and drown your sorrows? You don't have to speak from experience, but it would be nice to be realistic.

(4) I KNOW THIS WOULDN'T WORK IN REAL LIFE. In real life, you'd need the name of the receiver before the letter gets processed. In my headcanon, the letter is being blindly sent, and it gets processed to the address they wish to send the letter to. Also, the likelihood that suspicious people would find poor Alfred is high, but it is nonexistent in my fic.

(5) THIS IS NOT A LETTER-SENDING FIC. God, I hate those.

(6) PLEASE LEAVE TIPS, CC, AND MEANINGFUL PRAISE. If I see "lol continue soon"...I just don't want to see that. And tear this thing apart. I need all the help I can get.