A letter to a friend...

 S.Toor

315 Candyland Avenue

Atlanta, Georgia

Dear Angel,

    

     How's it going? Are you still trying to instill order in your house? I hope that you are still as spontaneous as ever and still  are trying to modify your room. But listen Carefully, it is imperative that you respond as soon as possible because I need your support to win a fight. The fight will be held at a court and will determine wether or not kids get to choose their own lunches and snacks for school. It may sound wierd, but remember we were in school, we wanted pizza but only got sloppy joes? Well if we win, that means any kid who wants pizza on a given day can get it or any other food they want.

     Your response will recur in the speech that will be given as my side of the fight. But moving on from the serious stuff, how's the family? Do they still mess around with the pivot aand make you want to write a anthology of your life with them? Do you still live in the house encompassed by apartments execpt for one side that they call a "garage" and does your brother still make you want to extricate him from your mind forever?

     Hope you answer these questions along with your thoughts on the fight in the response.

P.S. I feel as though there is a anonymous person watching me with binoculars in the tree across the street.

                                                                                                          Sincerely,

                                                                                                                   Saad