Pretend.

Dear Fleur.
Things have been crazy here. It is like one million things decided to happen at once.
Mainly this,
and lies,
and killing mosquitoes,
and too much homework,
and this,
and this,
and my mom bought me a glass loaf pan.
I wish I could say everything to everyone and they would all know exactly how I felt and not what I pretend.
It would be better that way.
Bell.