Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I am writing to you here. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with mum and you. I have been finding real passion with Drake and he is so nice. But I knew you wouldn't approve him because of all his tattoos, piercings, dyed hair, smoking cigga, taking drugs and the fact that he is much older than I am. But its the only the passion... Dad I am pregnant. Drake said we will be very happy together.
He owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewoods for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Drake has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the mean time we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Drake can get better. He deserves it.
Don't worry Dad. I'm 17 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, your daughter.
PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Cassey's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that's in my centre desk of my drawer.
I love you. Call me when its safe to get home. (:
Credits to Austin!!!!
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