"Dear Randall,
You won't believe this, but I-I'm in love with-"
"What's it mean, Jodi? What's going on? You can tell us anything, so don't worry about it."
"Well, I'm in love with Randall."
"But why were you writing a letter? And why was it cut off?"
"Well, it's a long story, but here's how it happened. You see, yesterday, when I went to make-up with Randall by spending the day him, we started talking, and then it turned into a fight. So I told him that I was friends with you guys now, and that I still wanted to be friends with him, too, but I didn't completely tell him that I loved him, and he was still mad at me! So then I told him that he didn't have to be friends with me if he didn't want to, and then I left. I climbed the top of a building, where I thought he wouldn't find me, and started writing this letter. I found an old piece of paper and half a pen inside an old box, so I sat down and started writing. Of course, Randall decided to be friends with me again, so he snuck up on me, and I stopped writing. Because if he's going to be friends with me he might as well not know that I love him, right? And then when he asked me what the letter was, I got all scared, so I didn't think, said it was nothing and threw it into the air. So a gust of wind must have blown it onto your doorstep."
"Well, I'm glad you told us, Jodi."
"Just make sure you don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with us. Now you look tired; why don't you go to sleep?"
"Okay. I'll talk to Randall about the contest tomorrow when I see him." She look out the window. "Hey, look! It's snowing! Wow!"
"You can play in the snow tomorrow, Jodi. Now it's time to go to sleep. Good night, Jodi."
"Night, guys."