A Pebel That I Picked Up Last July
I spy with my little tired eye, a pebble that I picked up last July. I'm currently playing with a pebble I found on the gravel last summer. Mr. and Mrs. Del Rey punished me for the purple glitter, and locked me in my tiny room. I never put glitter inside the eggs, which is weird. I never have and never would, that's disgusting. It makes me want to throw up on the street. I wish I lived with my parents, if they were still alive. Sometimes I imagine myselft with them. Taking long walks and going to the park to play tag. Their names are Scott and Andrea, but that's all I know about them.
I sit still, waiting for a change to happen, but it never does. I hear a noise then. I'm instantly confused, but then, right underneath the door, I see an envelope. I pick it up to read it, and the front only has two words: Dear Reader.