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Headmaster Alcaster
110 Eldritch Boul.
Mailing Box 003
Neuarc City - HN11-525331
 
Dear Headmaster Alcaster,

I was informed by the guidance counselor to keep in touch during my exchange, but they didn’t give me their mailing address. Pass this letter on to them when you receive it. You might as well read it, since you’ll be opening it and reading this header.

I have made some friends here at the academy, but when I see a dork, I will call a dork out. You see, the island is split into these factions, and this one particular faction has reign over a large hole in the ground. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I do break in constantly. But these dorks are always blocking my path, and thus, I inform them that they are indeed dorks.

I have taken the liberty of using the word dork as much as possible in this letter as you seemed so disapproving of the term. There are also a few students who might be dorks, though I have yet to confirm this theory.

The faction in control of the mines are definitely dorks, though.

Your suggestions for anger management have been useful, or at least they would have been if I got angry ever. I think of the beach, and then I realize that beach and bitch are similar, and then I think of the bitch that pissed me off to begin with. Maybe if the dorks let me into the mines more often, I'd have a place to blow off steam.
 
Dorkingly yours,
 
Ginger

Spring, 1832