Dear Lucas:

Gosh, that sounds really scary! I sorry about all of that, but I'm not really sure what it's like to have a family. It has always been...me. Just me, the girl who talks too much. The girl who has no friends. The girl who sits by the sea all day. Hey, haven't I heard you're name before? Yeah...once or twice.

I'm terrified to write this, but...I want to mess up the stuff and break their supplies and do anything else I can to stop them too. I want to go out and protest and fight and scream injustice until my lungs burst. I don't know HOW they found me in the small, secluded house I live in, but they have and they are trying to sell me those stupid boxes every day. For once, I'm almost happy I live so far away from town, so I don't have to see how they have ruined it so much.

Are you sure you have any way to escape?

-Nana.

Dear Nana,

I know you too, I sat there once and listened to you talk for hours after my adventure with a little monkey called Salsa. Do you remember him? He was that little creature with the blue collar that was forced to deliver the packages of happy boxes to everyone. Or at least till my friends saved him. I wasn't much help in that fight. They got really beaten up before I showed up and convinced the Drago to help them.

If you don't know me, you might know Claus. He was my brother, my twin. We aren't identical though, and our personalities we very opposite too. He hated the sea though, so you may have never seen him. But he is gone now. Claus won't ever come back home. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if he did come back home. Maybe I'd hit him, or hug him, for being gone so long. It's unimportant though, he won't come back...no matter how much everyone wishes he would.

A word of warning to you: NEVER give in to the happy box. I don't know what It does or why, But it sends people into a trance, and they become entirely new people. However, it would be in your best interests to buy one, but never use it. I understand I don't make sense, but when your house becomes known as the thunder house-no matter how many times you repair it- you get the feeling that the attacks are related to your own stubbornness.

What are the attacks?

The 'attacks' are nothing but hell. People tell me it's the wrath of our gods descending down upon me for refusing to be happy. I think it's just the Pigmasks.

I used to live far away from town too. Peaceful, isn't it? I only ever went to town to sell chicks, or other produce at Tomas's store. Nichol runs it now sometimes, but he never pays much attention to me. I think he's worried about his dad working in the clay mines.

Escape?

I'll never make it up the high windows, so that's not an option the cell doors don't look very sturdy, but there are guards standing around it all the time. The only time they aren't, is when everyone leaves to the mess hall (which happens twice a day), no one's there even though I never went to the mess hall. I practically got dragged out to the mess hall after missing five meals. It's a huge closed in space, with way too many people. I was way too overwhelmed to notice that people were staring at me. I just walked over to an empty table and sat down. Soon after me, four huge men sat down at the same table with me. But they weren't there to make friends. They were mocking me, so I just ignored them. Once it was obvious I wasn't going to talk they tried to get me react in any way possible. Soon though, they all just gave up, and ignored me too. I almost made it through the whole thing, until one of them tried to make small talk with me.

See, they were just talking about random stuff in their old lives, something about wives. One of them mentioned the pretty singing voice she use to have, then one of those asshole turned to me and asked me If I could sing pretty like that. The message behind that was clear enough for me. I growled darkly, like boney does during a thunderstorm, and told them in an angry voice ' I don't sing.' Then I left the hall, and went back to my cell.

That leads me back to here, in my cell writing this down to you.

If you see Boney, can you tell him I miss him? I know It doesn't look like he can understand you, But he can, I promise you're not just talking to a dim witted dog.

That's all for now, The Guards are coming back, and they will try to confiscate my letters. I gotta hide them!

-Stay strong Nana,

Lucas

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