• I'm writing this letter, to apologize for not showing up at the dance as I said I would. I'm sincerely sorry about it, but I had some seriously saddening and aggravating situations take place.
    On March 1st one of my beloved grandparents fell down stairs, while she was practicing for the Unicycle Cross State Tournament. As she was practicing, the peddle got jammed and flung her down two floors of steeps. After several hours in the hospital she was announced dead. From a fracture in the upper vertebrae.
    My day just got better as the death of my grandparent was just the start of my abnormally aggravating series of events. Once I got done with all the paper work at the hospital. I still had time to make the dance, but as I exited, a pair of men stood next to my car. They looked like Italian plumbers; one was wearing red while the other wore green, but as I got a closer inspection of what was happening. They gotten into the car, started it, and was peeling off down the road.When they were finally subdued, they were found with bags of illegal mushrooms and they were talking madness. Saying they were trying to save the princess wile trying to get enough coins for a second life. Finally after hour or two they allowed me to leave with my beaten car.
    By this time the dance was over and done. So I started towards your home to apologize and tell of these absurdities, but to my luck the rear left tire of my car went flat. After closer inspection of the trunk the realization that there wasn't a spare became apparent. Once that knowledge was gained, I started to yell my heart out screaming. T went to throw my car's hubcap out of sheer anger, but lighting came rushing out of the sky into the hubcap and down into my body.
    I awoke after three days to find myself in the hospital, but I can't leave for another couple days. See you again in 4-5 days.