Sincerely Yours
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Dear Pen Pal,
I loved reading your last letter. All those adventures you write about, the people you get to meet, it makes me long to be out in the world and doing the things you do.
Sometimes I stay up at night and look out at the moon, wondering if there is any way I could get out and explore the world. You make it sound so different, like its no
longer the way I remember. I guess thats what war does, though. Please tell me more about it all! Dreaming about something better makes dealing with everything
here so much easier. It gives me hope. Hope to be free, to be alive again.
I'm not allowed to go outside anymore. Not after last week. That Naomi girl wouldn't stop pulling on my hair--she said it was too long--but thats probably because she
doesn't have any herself! I had to fight her off of me--she had one of those switchblade things, you see--and all of her chums told the guards it was me who started
the fiasco. Not that they used that word, most of the girls here haven't gotten past the seventh grade.
I kind of feel smart around them, which is sad because I always got pretty bad grades in school. I mean, it never seemed worth it, you know? Doing all that work so
you could get a star at the end of day? So people would think highly of you? What was so wrong with just being there, and being good? My hypothesis has been proven
so far. How you did in school really doesn't pay around here. I could do calculus or that psychology stuff as well as anyone if I tried. Why be rewarded for something like
that as if its so special? Anyone could do it.
They say crime doesn't pay? Well, school doesn't either!
I've got to go now, time for lunch.
Sincerely yours,
Prisoner #0817
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A/n: A teaser to start! I feel inspired now! I will begin writing again, or at least attempt to. Enjoy this mysterious new fic, everyone! I love you guys!