Mama said I should write to tell you how I'm doing. Well I'm doing TERRIBLE. Steve and Frankie do'nt let me play ball with them anymore and Marty keeps pushing me around and make me do stufs like steal comic books for him from old man Peters store. I almost got caut one time but I ran really fast and got away. I bet I can run faster than you now, is how fast I am.
And I REALLY hate walking to scholl by myself. But not cause I'm scared or nothin.
When are you coming home?!!???