3rd January, 2013.
Dear Sasha Constantine,
It been has been a long time since we last saw each other, so I took this time to write to you. Remember the time in elementary school when we had the field trip before summer vacation. It was a time when we visited the shopping plaza for the very first time in Manhattan. This was one of the memorable days of my life. It all started in science class when we decide to plan a nice surprise for our teacher for her upcoming birthday, so our enthusiastic principle appeared and said” good morning class, I have a great treat for you” and nasha exclaimed with so much curiosity “were are o the we going” and he said “to the new shopping plaza” so he gave out letter with a consent form attached with it, so after I went home and get ready for the trip tomorrow , when getting ready my consent form disappeared so I search saying in my mind I am not missing that so, I was so worried and called my friend nasha and she said “ don’t worry this matter is imperceptible” and replied to her in a melancholy voice” why you saying that? If I don’t have the form I cannot go on the trip, is there a next alternative” she said” yes” so I said to her what” she said “have your parents to write a letter for me” so I told her that is a good idea. So next day I pack my things kissed my mom and rushed on the school bus ,when I got to my the classmate were all lined up to enter the bus. When we got on the bus I sit near the window. When we got there I saw the most building beautiful and creative place.