In Which, She Writes...

#1-Dear Stranger...

Dear No One,
        I probably shouldn't be doing this. Who knows what kind of creep is going to read this...

I'm already regretting my decision, but here goes...

My name is Amara. I'm not going to write my age nor address here because I'm not ready to die, but I'd just like to say that my little brother, Evans Winchestor, is twelve years old and currently goes to Rosewood Elementary. For more information contact me at-

Nevermind, I'm not that evil... I'd like to think...

The point of this letter is simply to have some emotional release. If there's a problem with that, object in the next three seconds...

One...
Two...
Three...

No? Go on? Okay! Since you obviously have no problem whatsoever with me going on, I think i will.

My mother is an alcoholic drug addict, who spends all our money on drugs and booze. My father is a whimpy pushover who loves her too much to stop her, and my little brother, Evans, is an annoying dweeb who thinks the world cannot go on without him. I don't know where he gets that nonsense from, it's obvious that he wouldn't be shit without me.

He seems to think otherwise.
(Le sigh...)

Anyway, this isn't about my shit family, this is the story of how I tried to survive my teenage years...

-Amara