March 5
Dear William,
How dare you call me a bloody princess, that's the last thing I'll ever be. And I don't need your pity, it's you who really needs it. You gave up on yourself, and you're only working this hard now is because you were forced to or else you would be shipped off to military school. Which I wish had happened already!
And why would you care anyway? I never asked you to, and I never cared about you either. So go ahead and drop out of school, you'll probably live of some kind of drug dealer or gangster or whatever happens there in America! And since I've gotten your permission, then I'll go ahead and be with Ezekiel. You're not my father! It's not like you can do a bloody thing since you're at the other side of the world!
I wish we have never even became pental pals.
Lizzabeth
P.S. Your pictures look like a toddler did it. No wait a minute, a toddler could do a better job.
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The Pental Pal (Completed)
RomancePental Pal (noun) - one who exchanges letters to one another as pen pals. But uses the same writing utensil, in this case, a pentel pencil. They never wanted to do this from the start. The thought of writing to a complete stranger. Never seeing whos...
