august 26th

dear amberly.
i am writing this to you on my bed.
because you are awesome and when i called you today, you told me to watch friends on my bed on your laptop. and i feel super cool.
i like talking to you on the phone.
and i like when you come over and bring the robinson kids over.
it makes me feel like we are all grown up.
i love you.
love cammie.

august 26th

dear amberly.
school sucks.
the highschool feels so lonely without you.
i hate it when i don't see you sitting at your table at lunch.
oh, and good news, freaky people sit there now.
losers.
i wanted to sit there.
i love you.
love cammie

august 20th

dear amberly.
two weeks.
i can feel my heart breaking.
love cammie.

august 17th

dear amberly.
death to the traitor i say.
so, mams making us wake up early to "get prepared for schoool."
good death.
so, after we eat breakfast i naturally go back to sleep.
but no! two minutes later the women comes into my room and tells me i have to do something.
what is there to do at 7:30 in the morning?
so i go on the computer.
and i can see no one in the house except mother and i.
and when mother leaves, i run into the childrens rooms only to find them asleep.
did she even bother to tell them to do something productive with there day?
no.
if you find her straped down to her bed, don't let her go. it would help all of us.
cammie.

august 6th

dear amberly.
your work is ruining my life.
i just want to play with you everyday, but your always gone.
and, when you are here, trent muclure steals you away. not really sure whats going on with that.
last night i had a dream that we were at disneyland. we were there. and we wanted to go on some rides, but mom wouldn't let us, and i was so upset, and my hair kept falling in my face, and i was giving mom some finger guns behind her back, and you were trying to fix my hair, and i finally just fell over on the ground at alice and wonderland and cried. and you were trying to stick a headband in my hair, and i woke up, and i was crying.
i think it means something.
but i cant really tell.
good thing we are going to disneyland in february.
good thing you are my best friend.
and good thing we act like whiny five year olds when we're together.
i love you.
love cammie.