July 3, 2015
Dear trespasser,
So I just got back from camp. It was awesome. We lived and breathed basketball for two weeks. It was amazing. I met a ton of people that went to my school and I never knew. The popular boys that you always would say were flirts, are really great guys. We are great friends, they accept me because I'm good at basketball. On the hours off we swam in the huge lake. It was a complete blast and my mother said that she is going to sign me up for it every year from now on.
Now that I'm going into sixth grade, the school allows you to do volleyball or basketball. I'm going to try out for the basketball team.
The camp had six coaches and we were all split up into groups each getting a different coach. We did everything with our group. We all stayed in the same cabin, ate at the same time, and had the same hours of training. The only thing we all did together as a camp was the nightly campfires. There were a few girls that did the basketball camp, not as beautiful as you though.
Oops, the pen slipped.
My birthday is in two days. I still haven't heard the exact date when you are going to visit. For my birthday I am going to hang out with the boys, play a round of basketball then rent a jet ski, and head out in the bay.
I'm super excited. I hope you are having an awesome summer.
Miss you,
~Ezra
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Lots O' Love
Gianna
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