Dear Anna,
I showed Brendon his room today. And as we passed my temporary room to get to his, he stopped.
"Is that your room?" He asked. I nodded in reply. "Slightly curious as to how you managed to compromise."
Immediately raise my temper.
"I'm not a brat." I harshly stated and continued walking. He replied to my back, saying, "I wasn't implying you were. It's just, that's a hideous room for anyone at any age."
(Sigh, even the village boy gets it)
Love,
Jonna
(He smells like lavender)
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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...
