AN: Hi! I wasn't going to upload this until tomorrow, but I decided to tonight because of all the positive feedback. I'm so glad you like it! And I'll also be uploading my 'I now pronounce you drunk and married' story. And I'll be adding another story, but a Louis one. So check them out if you want. This chapter is a bit short and I apologize for that. Enjoy!
Dear Harry,
Your reassurances fall on deaf ears. If anything, they only cause me to believe that you are an old man even more. After all, that's exactly what an e-mail stealing old man would say when confronted about his true identity.
And, yes, I do rock climb. It's pretty awesome. Be jealous. I'm a bit confused though. What is 'taking a piss'? Is that lingo? I hope so, because if not, then you are one odd guy.
South and North Jersey are both in New Jersey. It's just this thing in New Jersey that says that people have different personalities and habits depending on which part they are from. It's difficult to know which one you are just based off of where you live because there is no exact dividing line between the two. It's all rather silly in my opinion.
I write poems mostly. Not to sound like some loner who sits in starbucks, but its nice to express yourself in it. That's why I draw as well. Sometimes I write stories, but not as much.
Where do you perform music? That's kind of cool. I always wanted to be a singer or something, but, sadly, I lack any musical talent. Are you any good? What do you do? Sing? Guitar? Drum? All of the above?
Did you know that I had six toes? Alright, I'm just messing. I have five toes per foot. I just didn't have anything else to write. How many toes do you have though?
I'm having trouble writing this e-mail. People keep on distracting me. The girl on my right stops me every ten seconds to ask me how to spell something. The guy on my other side keeps on kicking my foot. Why? What is the point of that? I have no idea… I just told him to stop.
My teacher is looking over my shoulder again. Hi, Mrs. W, what's happening, girl? Oh now she's telling me to erase that. I told her 'no'. She left now. I don't think she likes me very much. What a shame.
I'm listening to my i-pod like a ninja. The ear phones are all hidden in my shirt and hair. I'm like a spy agent person. I have to be careful though because I might start typing the lyrics of the song instead of what I'm thinking.
Oh! I like this song. I'm controlling the urge to seat dance. It's "Dreaming with a Broken Heart" by John Mayer. Do you guys have him in the U.K.?
Damn. That kid started with the kicking again. What is wrong with him? I got to go. I'm about to fight. Just kidding, I'll probably just kick him back.
Sincerely,
Delilah