Punk 57

Misha
Where do you go? I miss you so seems like it’s been forever that you’ve been gone in fifth grade. My teacher set us up with penpals from a different school thinking I was a girl with a name like Michelle the other teacher paired me up with her student rent my teacher believing Ryan was a boy like me agreed it didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake and in no time at all, we were arguing about everything the best takeout pizza androids versus iPhone, whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever and that was the start for the next seven years it was us. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track talks me down and accepts everything. I am we only had three rules, no social media no phone numbers no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it until I run across the photo of a girl online names when high school senior loves Gallo Pizza and worships her iPhone what are the chances effort? I need to meet her I just don’t expect to hate what I find.

ryen

He hasn’t written in three months somethings wrong. Did he die get arrested knowing Misha neither would be a stretch without him around. I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something he could be gone forever or right under my nose and I wouldn’t even know it..