I raise my hand to leave the room, claiming I have to go to the restroom. The teacher approves, and as soon as she does I run out of the school doors. I run down the street, silently wishing I'm not doing what I am.
I open the doors to my apartment and sit down.

"So, are you going to tell me what's up?" I yelp and sat up abruptly before swivelling around to come face to face with Sam, the other person living in my apartment. I flush red and hand them the letter.
They immediately bursts out laughing and hands it back to me.

"If someone's going to send you a letter, you should send one back," Sam says folding their arms.

I look at the letters, than back at Sam.
I pause.

"Well, how would I even know where to send it to?" I ask.

"Just ask the postman" Sam replies, shrugging.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, obviously. When am I ever not serious?"

I sigh and sit down.

"Fine, I will write a reply." I say, giving up. "You have a typewriter, right? Let's get it and write a letter."

Sam shakes their head.
"Nah. You're writing the letter, not my job tater tots"
And with that, Sam strides upstairs smirking as if they'd just accomplished the greatest achievement known to mankind.

Sam returns with the typewriter and settles down at the far side of the room, staring outside.