Dear Mom,

aaron's house

dear mom,

it's weird.

i ran to his house.

of all houses i could run to, 

i ran to the mean boys house

and knocked on his door.

his mommy opened the door,

and she was shock.

i don't think i knew who she was,

but i think she knows who i am.

she asked me why i was here.

i couldn't tell her about daddy,

but, before i could think of anything to say,

she saw  the color of the pencil on my arms and legs.

mommy,

she let me inside her house.

mommy, 

i'm too tired to wonder why she did.

mommy,

i ended up falling asleep on the couch.

i think.

love,

ann

scribbled on the front of her neck without realizing she was just making a bunch of illegible scribbles.