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"Dad"
553 Edgar Ave.
Mailing Box 003
Neuarc City - HN11-915567

Dearest, beloved father*,

Thank you oh so much* for sending me to the middle of nowhere to die at the hands of a bunch of magical lunatics. When you told me I'd meet my match here, I definitely thought you were making one of your hilarious* jokes. Though so far, everyone has been more than happy to plow me into the ground, where I clearly belong*, according to you. If I remember correctly, the last thing you said to me was to 'not die.' 

Truly, the best piece of advice you have ever given me, maybe even the most helpful thing you've ever done in your whole life!

Even though I was sure the piece of shit you put me on would sink, I managed to get here in one piece. They lost my luggage, somehow.

If anyone from school comes asking for me, tell them I died or something. I don't expect you to write back, so I'm going to pretend you already told them this, and assume they felt like a bunch of pricks, like the phonies they are.

The people at this school seem cooler than the people at home. I played Manaball for the first time, and I am now the champion of the sport.

You probably thought I'd get killed here, with my big mouth and strong attitude. I won't. I'm going to grow until I can say what I want to whoever I want. I'll get so powerful, I'll crack the planet in half. I might have ruined your life, but mine's only beginning.

Also, I tried alcohol, and wrecked a bar, so fuck you.

Hope you miss me* and regret having sex with your secretary.


Ginger,

Autumn, 1831


*Sarcasm