Dear Dylan,
Oh my goodness, you wrote back. I checked your locker this morning and when I saw that piece of paper I almost fainted. I pinched myseld, thinking it was a dream, but, oh well. That's fine if you didn't write back before, at least you did now. I unfortunately won't tell you who I am, yet. I will tell you, one day, I promise you. Someday, you will finally know who I am. Someday, we'll be talking in the hallways of school. Someday, we'll be eating lunch at the same table in the cafeteria. Someday, we'll be friends. Again, like before. Oh, wait, never mind. Don't worry, Dylan, someday, you'll find out who I am. Pen pals? Of course, I'd love to be pen pals.
Iced popsicles,
Georgia
