I pick it up and my eyes catch on to something.
Dear Summer,
No, not happening, I am not one of those, I will not be reading it. If he wrote this for me and I am supposed to read it then he will give it to me. I will not be broken and read something I am not supposed to, I put it back between the books and put them neatly back. Slightly irritated with myself I walk out of the Room. Almost finished, I won’t be thinking of this letter either as it will just do my head in. I walk down the stairs with my cleaning stuff and unload everything in the kitchen. Both washing machines are on already and they will be finished soon. I turn back around to the kitchen, now to the worst part left. Scrubbing all the counters and surfaces down I still left the food but it now is time to wrap it up
