Chapter 3
Emily Allenson sat at her desk contemplating about her next letter to Michael. She didn't know what else to say. Emily had a blank mind and got up and paced around.
" What else can I tell him?" Emily thought, " I haven't thought of a poem yet."
Emily then sat back down and stared at the blank sheet in front of her. She then picked up the pen and began to write.
Michael,
I have seemed to drawn a blank in deciding what else to tell you. I guess I can say that I do live in Chicago and have since I turned 13. I sill live at home and my parents are in no hurry to kick me out, not yet anyway. Even though your letters are short I look forward to getting them.
Emily stopped and stared and looked back over what she wrote.
" I wonder if he can have visitors?" Emily asked herself, " Would I want to meet him?"
Emily then continued on.
I have taken your advice and have gotten out more, but it seems I am invisible compared to some of my friends. My life is so boring, I have no idea what to do for excitement. Hell, I am not glamorous, but I can have fun. Can you have visitors? Oh please, how can I ask that? I don't know. Michael do I sound boring to you?
Emily
Emily left it the way it was and mailed it and knew it was a mistake.
A few days later, Emily walked into the living room and noticed a letter addressed to her. She knew it in an instant that it was from Michael, she ws afraid to open it. Emily then picked it up and sighed.
" You brought it on yourself," she told herself.
Emily opened the letter and began to read,
Emily,
You don't sound boring, you sound interesting. It's like hell in here and your letters brighten my day. I can have visitors, but I don't think you should unless you want to. Where did you grow up prior to Chicago? I would like to know that.
Where's one of your poems, write me one and let me be your critic. I have been to college and know of few things about writing. I know things that you can't.
" What can't I know?" Emily thought, " Why he's in prison?"
Emily, still, just get out and enjoy your life, I should can't enjoy it locked up in prison. I look forward to your letters to and have thought about you visiting me, but ti could be dangerous. It's up to you, I'm not the one to make up your mind.
Keep writing and I will write back.
Michael
Emily just stared at the letter and sighed.
" What am I going to do?" Emily asked herself, " Should I go visit Michael?"
Emily just sat back in the chair and sighed. A decision to be made for another time.
( Is this too awful? I had a hard time deciding what to write next.)