HI! HOw are you people. If there are people.


They didn't even get a break before Drew tossed the book to a random person and they started reading the next letter.

Mom,

I do what you say. I was quiet all day yesterday. I managed to not make a sound.

Why? I didn't do anything so why did you hit me? Why did you hurt me and scream about me looking like my dad?

You said it yourself. He isn't coming back so why does it matter?

You told me not to talk. So I'm writing this letter with my dyslexic brain trying to twist my words.

I cleaned today. Just like you asked. Picked up your trash. made your bed.

Why don't you love me? What did I do? What did I say? Am I bad?

your son, Canon

Everyone look around, trying to find the person that owned the letter. when they found no one they figured he was probably gone like the last writer.

"Percy," Peyton whispered.

"what?" he whispered back.

"I wrote a letter once." she hissed.