June 1st, 07
Dear Joe,
We haven't even left Bayport, and I'm writing you this letter. Stupid huh? I'm currently sitting on top of my mom's mini van waiting for the sun to rise. I can't believe she's making me do this, and not Chet and dad.
Now, you're most
likely wondering why I'm writing you this letter?
We've spent
every summer together, every one that I can remember, that is. And
this summer, since my mom is making me go on a cross country trip
with her, destination California, so we can visit my Aunt, I won't
be able to be with you.
Were sixteen, it's suppose to be one of the best summer's of our lives, we can drive, go places, party, but I'm going to be crossing the country with my mother, and a mini van.
My mom even said no electronics. Except for car radio. But I digress, your my best friend, and if I can't be right by your side sipping cherry cokes and setting off cough ILLEGEAL cough fireworks in the old best buy parking lot, I guess we can be close in letters. Enclosed is a list of hotels and arrivals dates. My mom encouraged this letter thing, so the hotel is going to hold the letter if it gets there early, or send it forward if it's late. I know you hate English class, but please, do it, for me? Crap, mom's yelling at me to get off the car, I gotta go.
Your friend,
Iola Natalie Morton