8th September.

Dear William

I told myself I would write to you today. In my last letter, I said not much could probably change in a week. God how wrong could I be.

Well first of all, you broke up with Sandra, (finally) I presume you took my advice. Ha ha, who am I kidding, you probably just realised yourself that she is Satan's incarnate.... Although that's not fair too Satan, is it? Even he (or she) couldn't be that bad.

Second of all, you asked the new girl, Lola, out on a date. I told you she'd like you, you're hard not to like. She was so happy when she came over to the lunch table and told us, you should have seen her face. Her smile was so bright. You need to tell me how your date went and if there will be a second because I am nosy and she seems like a good match for you.

Third of all, my father discovered my mother had been sleeping with his cousin... Yeah, weird, I know. So there has been more fighting than usual. My younger sister Abbie isn't used to the fighting, she's only ten for crying out loud, so normally she will now cry herself to sleep whilst hugging me tightly. I think she is slowly becoming afraid of our parents because of all the shouting, she doesn't know what might happen.

Thanks for telling your 'friends' (because let's admit it, you could never be true friends with people like that) to leave me alone today in school. I appreciate it. Sandra seems to have the delusion that I broke you two up so she is targeting me now, but there's no use complaining. What is it like in her tiny brain? Can she comprehend that not everything revolves around her?

I heard that you might be getting a tutor in science. It sucks that you're failing. Do you know who your tutor might be? There is always the possibility that it could be me but I doubt it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy your week, ask me if you need help with the homework. Or anything. I don't mind.

I'll write to you next week. Hopefully this next week will be uneventful (touch wood) unlike this one.

Sincerely,

Ethan.