Melanie Fly
Free Writing
Dear
Mr. Stratford,
Did
you tell? ’Cause, you see, that night I
ran off? My friend’s parents came right downstairs not long after I heard
the phone ring, which they never do (come downstairs—I told you that), and
found me hiding behind the bed. (I heard
them coming.)
Why did they come down there?
I
bet you told, didn’t you?
I
thought you said we could trust you!
Can we?
Billy Kidd
Note to Buddy Charles found on
the floor near desk
That
new girl—that Abby West? You seen her
yet? I reckon I’m really glad she’s
grazing here in our pasture now.
P.S.—Stay
away from her, pardner. I ain’t kidding.
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