A/N: Prepare yourself reader, for Jetta's awesome writing

Merci beaucoup, Mon amies pour restez avec moi ici sur FFN!

Dear friend whom I've never met,

Although I know it may be considered extremely rude of my part to open a letter that is not rightfully mine, I decided to open it.
Why, you may ask?
It all began last night; it was lights out for us all at Snow Wood Boarding School.
All was peaceful and silent night except for the strong gusts outside and the soft snoring of my roommate, Tony.
While everyone was sound in slumber, I stayed up late and studied for the AP Chemistry exam we were going to have early the next morning.
As I began to recite the Periodic Table of Elements from my memory bank, I heard a loud THUD.
The sound that had caused me to fidget had come from outside my dorm window.
I quickly approached and rubbed the fog away from the window to have myself a better look.
I gasp in surprise as I notice a small bird, a pigeon perhaps, shivering all alone in the frost.
I can almost recall the headmaster's words in my head. "No Animals allowed in Snow Wood Premises"
I open the window to bring the fowl in, ignoring and rebelling against the Headmaster's rules.
I smile at this breathtaking view, who would have thought?
My encounter with the first intellectual pigeon! I think to myself as I softly stroke the pigeon's feathers, I notice the letter attached to a collar around its neck.

Soon after finishing your letter, I notice how both you and I have a lot in common.
We both lack the presence of a father, although I would consider myself lucky if I were you.
Why would I be lucky? You may ask…
Well, you did claim that in the past you did have a full family and lived a happy life.
What can I say, as intelligent as I may appear, I do not know the real meaning of the word "family".
Sometimes I wake up at night and wonder, do I have a mother?
Mr. Maxwell often makes jokes about how I do not have a mother or a father; I am just a little robotic creation produced by Dr. Andounts.
I shrug off that feeling because I know he's right.
I'm the toy nobody wants to play with…
I have never experienced any sort of motherly affection from any woman in my life.
Like you, Lucas, I also have a "father" who abandoned me.
Dr. Andounts is a very successful scientist, he is known worldwide for who he is.
Alas almost no one knows he has a son; a son that he has locked for twelve solid years in Snow Wood Boarding School.
Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Jeff Andonuts, son of Dr. Andounts.

Although your family may not be around anymore, do not ever make yourself believe that you are alone.
In the most depressing phase of my life, I slowly began to lose hope.
But all hope was returned when I saw a small beam of light enter my life; three great people were introduced into my life.
Ness…Paula…and Poo are not only my friends; they are my family.
Surely you must have friends out there who care about you as much as Ness, Paula, and Poo care about me.
You may consider me as your loyal humble friend from now on because I truly admire you, Lucas.
Despite the fact that everything you have been through, you are still standing tall and mighty.
And although it may seem like life is falling apart, do not lose hope.
Oh drat, Tony is waking up!
I better put this letter away before he starts accusing me of having a boyfriend.
Oh, and before you make false assumptions; I'm not gay all right?
Everyone just assumes I am simply because I happen to have a gay roommate.
I will conclude this letter by saying; Lucas, the power is in the tip of your fingers; use it wisely.

Warm Regards,
Jeff Andonuts

P.S. If you manage to receive a letter from Tony. Let him know that if he tries putting his hands on me at night again, there will be hell to pay.

Dear Jeff,

The pigeon flew through my small cell window without alerting the two half asleep guards that sat lazily outside my cell. Like you, I was awake past the lights out time. But that's probably always going to be the same for me. I am insomniac; plagued with terrible dreams that will never go away. She landed on my shoulder, from where I sat on the ground, and 'woke' me up from my almost cationic state of wall staring. Realizing that the bird being here meant that my efforts had not in fact been in vain; someone had in fact received my letters.

I almost cried again when I found not one, but two handwritten letters around her neck.

Perhaps you are right Jeff Andonuts, I do know the meaning of family, and having experience to enjoy it for twelve years of my life is truly an amazing thing. And although you may sit there and wonder what it feels like to be loved and coddled by family, do not even wish upon yourself the pain of losing that love in a short three day span. Even knowing my father is alive and healthy; I can still feel the pain that his rejection gives me. He doesn't care for me, not as much as he loved Claus...Dear Claus, always eager to help my father in the farms, so willing to grow up into a man. He made my father proud. If Flint saw me now...He wouldn't be proud. He'd shake his head and walk away, muttering about how Claus wouldn't do something like this.

I understand the feeling of being in ones shadow for most of your life. At one point it was Claus who would outshine me in what mattered to everyone; his bravery, his strength, and his easy personality made him popular with the other children. I was just a tag-along, a bore that no one wanted around, but no one could say it, or Claus would bash their skulls in. once he was gone, it was Flint. Flint: the tough cowboy of Tazmiliy, the guy everyone would listen to. Everyone expects me to be more like Claus, or to grow up and be more like Flint.

At least knowing that I won't be like him, I know that I'll never abandon my little, real family I have with Boney.

I don't share the small, hard gray walled room with anyone, but the pigeon and the occasional guard that comes to lead me to the mess hall, so a roommate isn't a problem for me. This reminds me: The Mess Hall...I have no clue what it looks like. It's been three days since I came here, and I haven't left my cell since. Mostly because I refuse to speak to anyone here, including the guards. Another reason is the fact I do not wish to interact with the other prisoners around me, you might call it fear of the unknown.

The power is at my fingertips? I know I've heard that before...But from where? From whom? The memory is blurry, like it was a dream of told to me at an early age. I have more than enough time to think of these things while I wait, hopefully that your reply comes back with the others.

Ah. Where has the time gone? If I wish to reply to the other letter and send the pigeon out, undercover in the darkness, I shall end this letter here.

Wishing you well on your test Jeff,

Lucas.

P.S

My cell does have a bed, but I swear it's harder than the floor, and at least twice as lumpy.

A/N: Yup, the first reply is the second review. Oops D:

Please bear with me here...I don't have much to say.

To stretch things out here, I will only be posting one reply per day, but don't worry FromtheUK! I've already written yours out, in fact I wrote it first! I will be posting it tomorrow morning, as early as I can!

Yes, I got Tony's letter, but let's just pretend that he wrote it later (or he just found it while looking through Jeff's drawers looking for some of his more...Personal things ;D)

Please, if you haven't already, Review this story and/or join in on this letter fest! there is still tons of character openings left for you, if you want them it's first come first serve~

P.P.S: my mom deleted this when I was half way through it D: So stuff is missing...

-SilverSockFox