Mountains, mountains, and more mountains. I don't see how he can spend days looking at these rock piles. Let's see How does it go? Mountain, mountain, trees, trees, mountain, trees, trees, trees, mountain You see one forest, you've seen them all! I guess every once in a while it's not so bad, but when that's all he seems to want to look at, it gets so dull. All these French lessons and recites of boring old poetry just make me want to die.
I feel so dreadfully isolated from the world. All my friends are probably wondering what happened to me. I mean, I went to camp and never came back. First a murder of a mother, and then the father runs off with the daughter. If that isn't strange, I don't know what is. Hummie claims to be so smart but he doesn't seem to pay enough attention. What does he think I am, dumb or something? Did he think I would never call my best friend in the whole world, Celeste?
That man is a horrid monster. He expects me to be honest and devout to him yet h