Letters From Home, chapter 4
Just because you all are such good people, I, Warning:Castaway909, have
decided not to make this part of Letters From Home just letters (There will,
however, be one). I may do this later in the story, but that's if I feel like it.
<h2>Story Start</h2>
<hr/>
August 3,1994
Dear Billie,
Things have been so much better since you came around. It was really
nice of you. Well, I gotta get off, it's 11:00 and I need some sleep. Later.
Billie, you're forgiven
-Mia
<hr/>
<p>I signed off of my computer, fed Jasen, and put him to sleep. I put 'Dookie' in my Walkman, and trudged out my front door.</p> <p>It was freezing out, but I didn't really feel the wind. But it happened so fast, as I tripped over my own Converses into the street.</p> <p>I got up, dusted myself off, and was knocked over again by a moving force I couldn't identify. Everything was black, and I could feel myself bleeding. It
was probably nothing...</p>
<h3>Guy's POV</h3>
"Mike! Get me a beer!"
"No, Tre, I'm not your fucking servant!"
"EWWW! I never said you were a fucking servant!"
"You are a sick, sick little moo cow!"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
<p>You honestly can't help but laugh at these guys. I was cracking up! (No, not like in Basket Case). Then the phone rang...with the worst call I would ever receive.</p>
"Hello?"
"Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yep."
"This is Doctor Kirkman, I'm Mia's doctor...I'm afraid I have some bad news."
<p>My eyes grew wide. What was so bad that could possibly hurt her? She probably broke her leg or something...</p>
"Did she break a leg?"
"Worse. She got hit by a bus."
I dropped the phone, and fainted.
decided not to make this part of Letters From Home just letters (There will,
however, be one). I may do this later in the story, but that's if I feel like it.
<h2>Story Start</h2>
<hr/>
August 3,1994
Dear Billie,
Things have been so much better since you came around. It was really
nice of you. Well, I gotta get off, it's 11:00 and I need some sleep. Later.
Billie, you're forgiven
-Mia
<hr/>
<p>I signed off of my computer, fed Jasen, and put him to sleep. I put 'Dookie' in my Walkman, and trudged out my front door.</p> <p>It was freezing out, but I didn't really feel the wind. But it happened so fast, as I tripped over my own Converses into the street.</p> <p>I got up, dusted myself off, and was knocked over again by a moving force I couldn't identify. Everything was black, and I could feel myself bleeding. It
was probably nothing...</p>
<h3>Guy's POV</h3>
"Mike! Get me a beer!"
"No, Tre, I'm not your fucking servant!"
"EWWW! I never said you were a fucking servant!"
"You are a sick, sick little moo cow!"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
<p>You honestly can't help but laugh at these guys. I was cracking up! (No, not like in Basket Case). Then the phone rang...with the worst call I would ever receive.</p>
"Hello?"
"Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yep."
"This is Doctor Kirkman, I'm Mia's doctor...I'm afraid I have some bad news."
<p>My eyes grew wide. What was so bad that could possibly hurt her? She probably broke her leg or something...</p>
"Did she break a leg?"
"Worse. She got hit by a bus."
I dropped the phone, and fainted.
