Zoey is a troubled teen.

Dear Mom,

I'm going to tell you something you never knew today. I get teased at school, and physically hit. Last week, I got pushed off the chair and fell backward on my head. Don't be surprised if I have a concussion. Or if I come home dead. They're right mom, those people that said 'trust no one' because I certainly can't trust you anymore. You've stop being my mom. You've stopped caring. And that's not my fault.

-Zoey

"Dad"- I'm not even going to put the "dear" in it because you are in fact the worst person on the face of the universe. YOU ruined my life completely. Fault's on you. I don't give a shit about you. Now, goodbye. Adios. I don't want to hear from you again. If you think I'm a demon. Fine. Whatever. I could care less from what came/comes from your mouth.

-Zoey