Dear Signore Spagna,

Ci.

Hospitals are scary! They're so confusing, too! I agree with you. I'd not go
unless someone tied me up and dragged me there.

Madrid worries us all. When she does speak up, it's usally really bad.
Moscow's not like her father, for the most part! She can be a bit
intimidating, though, and maybe a bit creepy sometimes. Okay, maybe she's a
lot like her father, but she's more aware of her behavior and tries not to
direct it at people. I'll see what I can do about visiting them.

Ciao, Arianna


(End of Course Test. It is scary. Good creepers are okay, but bad ones are
not! The guy she slaps, she also threatens to castrate/neuter with a wooden
spoon. He didn't believe her, so she brought a wooden spoon to school. He ran
away before she could. My father spilled coffee on ours. I'll have to make my
own email! Yup! Al(at her house again, ahah!) broke her leg but didn't tell
anyone until she passed out doing stretches in gym because it hurt so much!
She's a complete nut!)


Rome,

Yeah, Romano and Francis had to knock me out and drag me there this past week. Since I had to get pneumonia, they had to get me medication…don't ever let those two knock you out and take you anywhere! It's frightening!

Sí. I love Madrid dearly and so I wish she'd speak up. It has me losing sleep when I think something's wrong and I can't do anything about it…like this damn economy being so flip-floppy. Haha! Moscow doesn't seem anything like Russia. She's too sweet. Russia, on the other hand, scares the shit out of me. During the Cuban Missile Crisis between him and America, I embargoed them both so I wouldn't have ships going anywhere near there. Those missiles could've hit my house!

All right, thank you! I think those two would like a surprise visit from you.

Ciao!

España


Ohh, that does sound scary. In two weeks I have my AP exams and then in a month WesTest and the I have exams…it sucks. But! That's friggen sweet. Al is my new idol. Haha. I was driving down I-81 today, right? And these creeper dudes in this yellow Mustang kept reeving their engine, asking me to race, so I did the lady-like thing, flipped them off and zoomed off, going about 95 mph. I'm not a good influence for new drivers, huh?