Dear Anna,
Day 2.
My room looks like barbie's abondand playroom. I've not gotten a clue as to why can't they put me in a room, less pink. I know this is revenge. I can taste it.
Sorry I didn't call, I was busy unpacking and crying my eyes out -I'm crying right now just so you know. You know what's better? There's hardly a reception in this damn country side.
Aunt Lily suggested to take a drive down the local mall and use a payphone. No, I don't dare to risk my life with these imbeciles. A man gave me the finger when I accompanied Aunt Lily to buy bread yesterday! Piss off.
Sorry for the rant, but then again, isn't it the whole point of writing this letter to you?
Please, I beg you. Get me out of here! A month is long.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Jonna
(Seriously my hair started falling off, an awful lot)
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Dear Anna
Short StoryJonna writes. She writes to her best friend Anna about her holiday at her relatives' country side mansion. It's painful, to share a house with a family friend. Ever since "the White's" home were engulfed in flames, they had no choice but to live wit...