Chapter 3: Hopeless Letters.
Dear Kimmi,
I guess I should start my letters stating the obvious. I MISS YOU. It's not the same with out you. I woke up this morning, fully expecting to either see the ocean or sun. Guess what I saw? An ocean…of green!!! And rain. Lots of that. Like if-it-ever-stops-raining-I'll-cry type rain. Anyway, I'm sure you want to hear about other, more interesting news pertaining to a certain gender. So far, I have met one boy and he was a trip. His name is Jasper, and there were many things that disturbed me.
He had no idea how to dress. He had, like, cowboy get up, including cowboy boots! How lame.
He was a rude-o. Hey said that all Malibu girls are the same. That I completely blew up on. To the point of bawling out. Then I stomped away, only to get yelled at by a flight attendant. It wasn't pretty.
This jasper dude had also witnessed my mental breakdown. I fell asleep and my sister came up. That dream scared me so much, a fell one floor crying my eyes out, and lo and behold, who is above me? Jasper.
He was touching me. Touching me. I was so mad, and he didn't even apologize. Uggg, luckily, I never have to set my eyes on the sorry likes of him again.
So that was the amazing plane ride here. It's gross and wet, and I can't do anything here. Ok, so that's a complete lie, because I can do things here. More than I could do in Malibu. But it's so dinky. It doesn't actually have a mall, so I have to get my dad to drive me to the mall, only since I don't have any friends, it won't matter. **Sigh**. Well, how is glamorous Malibu? Any updates? What's up with Madelyn? Please tell me you're at least enjoying summer. Please! Well, I got to scoot, my dad said dinner was ready, and I'm scared to know what it is. Sooo bye girlie!
With much love,
Bells…