dear Landon
some use their luxury for their own benefit while others use it for others as well.
That night Carlos showed Lance and Landon their room while Yolanda showed us ours. She spoke up and smirked saying, "Are any of you together, because for your information the walls are thick so we can't hear, plus we're heavy sleepers."
"What grade are you in?" Chelsea wondered
"Year nine, eighth year, eighth grade, how do they say it in your country?" Yolanda responded walking in front of us as she lead us up the stairs.
"Eighth grade."
"Oh okay, well yes that."
"Who corrupted your mind at such a young age?"
"Chelsea!" I scolded.
"Having an older brother doesn't help."
"That explains a lot..." Chelsea whispered.
"Stop!" I shouted quietly.
We finally reached the room and she pushed the door open.
"Wow this is big I haven't seen a house this big and so affordable." I gazed around.
"Don't you know who my dad is?"
"Um no, sorry."
"Look it up," she tossed me her phone.
I opened up safari and looked up "Jose Santos" and read the headline.
"Jose Santos, hijo del ministerio, ayuda a set escuelas en Africa." I then realized just who exactly this man was.
"Your fathers the son of the monarchy?"
"What?!" Chelsea jumped up.
"Yeah," she sat in the bed, "He was helping a movement build schools in Africa until yesterday when he came back to greet you bunch."
I saw as she looked down and her wavy brown hair flopped over her face. I noticed the lonesome girl who missed her father deeply. And on certain levels I could relate.
"It's okay," I sat next to her pulling her into a hug.
"It is," Chelsea hugged her from the other side.
don't take things for granted.
-clare
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365 letters
Short Storyin which 365 letters are written to someone in hopes of a reply. ------------------ After Landon lands in a coma for many weeks, he wakes up and fails to recall most of his life. Clare writes letters to him from the moment...
