Celwriter: I know that's it's been a while since I updated, but I've been working on my novel. It's coming along quite nice actually, over 30,000 words.
(This is me complaining, so you can skip over it. I'm just wallowing in self pity) I'd jump up and down yelling "woot!" but I'm PMSing right now and there's no chocolate in the entire house. I also have two tests tomorrow, a speech to give, and an essay on top of it all. In addition, a guy I used to like is going out with one of my friends, I have no boyfriend, and no date to homecoming. Please shot me now, I'd feel much nicer.
Chapter 2
Cel burnt the letter. She'd have to keep her eye on the mail for a while, another might come.
Two more letters like the first arrived. Cel knew that she would have to reply. She waited until Mort had left for one of his counseling sessions to take his computer.
She typed:
Dear Mrs. Anne Tagony,
I am heartfully sorry about your recent troubles, but I have not received word of the person named in your letter. I apologize for being unable to assist you in your search, but I have very important matters to attend to.
Yours Sincerely,
Morton Rainey
Morton Rainey
Cel forged Mort's signature and sent it out with the other mail.
Celwriter: I know that this chapter was not that good, it's my hormone's fault. I'm sadly single, severely stressed, and feeling dearly depressed. A joke might help, or a review, a review is always good.