Punk 57 / Penelope Douglas.
Material type:
- text
- unmediated
- volume
- 9781539427766
- 823 22 (machine generated)
- F
- He.01
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IES Halmstad Love stories | Fiction | F Dou (Browse shelf(Opens below)) | 1 | Available | 097815394277661 |
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F Cas Den trolovade / | F Cas Den förrådda / | F Des Du glömde säga hej då / | F Dou Punk 57 / | F Fal En gång slockna alla stjärnor / | F Fit Hush, hush / | F Fit Crescendo / |
We were perfect together. Until we met." Misha I cant help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. She misses me. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. It didnt take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever... And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes theres one a week or three in a day, but I need them. Shes the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it? Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Names Ryen, loves Gallos pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances? F*ck it. I need to meet her. I just dont expect to hate what I find. Ryen He hasnt written in three months. Somethings wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch. Without him around, Im going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. Its my own fault. I shouldve gotten his phone number or picture or something. He could be gone forever. Or right under my nose, and I wouldnt even know it.