Dear Newt,
Everybody knows what happened yesterday. Seriously. By everybody, I mean shuckin' everybody. Nobody will make eye contact with me. When someone does talk to me, it's really quick. It's making me angry as klunk! They'll get over it fast. I won't give them much choice. I just got to slim it nice and calm till then. I can't have another dang outburst.
This morning I decided to go running. I haven't gone running to explore and search since back in the Glade. We've always been running away from something. Or to something. Bu not just to explore.
Anyway, it's beautiful. The trees were so green and the grass grew everywhere, not just in some places. I don't think I've ever seen something so amazing. Man, if I call it 'beautiful,' than you know it is. I do't use that shuck word much. I've never had much of a reason to.
One of the best parts of this forest is how big it is. I ran for miles and miles. I'm not sure exactly how far, but it's really big, dude. I'm going to go again tomorrow morning. I can't sleep at night, anyway. Might as well fill my time up with something.
Miss ya a lot, ya shuck-faced shank.
-Minho