Harry,
You'll never truly know me. And I highly doubt you'll ever totally grasp the full and terrific capability of my cruel parents either. They're completely consumed with lucid ferociousness. They're not just furious at certain times, but furious people with black and furious souls. I'm not really expecting sympathy, just someone to talk to. I'm extremely sorry for pestering. I just need a response from something, nearly anything. My parents are definite alcoholics, and the only response I'll ever receive from their beer stained breath is a raging response. I know you'll never read these. It's probably too risky, dangerous for your reputation, for your fame. Harry, I hope friendship soon finds you. I hope that friendship and compatibility finds each and every living thing, including myself.
Categories:
~ Teen Fiction
~ Fan Fiction
NO LONGER AVAILABLE/THE AUTHOR CHANGED THEIR USERNAME (aliviamaria) AND THEY HAVE DELETED THE BOOK