Chapter Twelve
Cheese is your friend…
Harry opened the letter with bated breath, no, that was Jaclyn, leaning on Harry breathing down his neck.
"Jaclyn, get off me!" demanded Harry.
"Geez, just keeping the moment…" muttered Jaclyn, moving towards Tessa, on the bed.
Harry continued opening the letter. It was addressed from California, actually, southern California. "hey. The happy cheese state!" exclaimed Jaclyn.
"no, Jaclyn, Southern California is the revolutionary Cheese state. You know, happy cows are from California? Good cheese come from happy cows? It's like how Reno is the new Sin city."
"no! I just moved to the old sin city! I got the Sin city sunburn!" said Jaclyn, now showing off her sunburned body parts.
"Harry, just open the letter." Urged Tessa.
Harry opened the letter, finally, it said;
Dear Harry,
Personally, I think you suck. Linkin Park is so much better! Crawling in my skin, consuming all I feel.. anyway. You are one big bozo, and I think you should rot in hell.
-Love-
PERSONTHATISTHEEVILTWINTOAGIRLTHATWALKSHOMEWITHTESSA
"You know what? I think that this might be the person who is trying to kill me."
"You think?" asked Tessa.
"Yeah, I do" admitted Harry, not noticing the sarcasm in her voice.
"well, we better write to someone."
Then, without warning, yet another owl came soaring through the open window.
"Somebody close that damn window!" screamed Jaclyn.