Raine: Alright, well then, Meadow, I got an email from your teacher.

Meadow: Am I in trouble? I’ve been working as hard as I can.

Raine: No, you’re not in trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. She’s told me that you are doing exceptionally well. I’ve heard that you try very hard on all of your assignments, and that you have a lot of talent. I wanted to personally let you know that you are contributing so much to the atmosphere of the school.

Meadow: Oh, geez, thanks. I don’t know what to say. It’s really nothing.

Raine: It’s not nothing, Meadow. Young children with a drive like you need to be recognized.

Violette: No way! If Meadow’s in the Principal’s office, then it must be important enough for me to be here too!

Meadow: It’s alright, Principal Seafoam.

Raine: Well, I don’t know if you want to here this, Violette. I just want you to know that nothing said in here is meant to hurt feelings.

Cumulus: Oh boy, a long letter. I swear, her writing gets longer and longer every year!


Well, this year, Twizzle suggested I shouldn’t wish for material goods, but for love and that stupid crap. (If you’re reading this, don’t tell her I said that.) So I guess I do have something to wish for that isn’t a Pretty Pony Sparkle Action Figure (I would like that too, don’t tell Twizzle!).

So what I want is to just be friends with them. I feel so mean, but I just don’t like them that way. I don’t like anyone that way. Maybe they’ll understand eventually. To whoever gets this- Happy Holidays!


Cumulus: Looks like Meadow is taking after his Momma: two girls on his tail! Well, I think he’s handling himself well. And he said it himself, a little too young to date anyways. Alrighty, Violette’s next.