Manhattan Street

[Administrator]

You can guess what this street was named after.

[Rita Thomas]

Rita's pocket felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. There was nothing in it except for a letter, but that letter was from her brother and sister. A letter that was unopened. She felt like it would've been a wise thing to open the letter when she was at the park, or someplace where she could sit down and read it. She was very proud of herself for making that wise of a decision. Now she was regretting it, because she was pretty sure the letter added ten extra pounds.

She glanced around, the street wasn't that busy. Maybe she could walk and read. Who knows, it could be the reason why she was on this Earth. She decided that her so called wise decision was crazy, and she reached into her pocket for the letter. Her slim fingers tore open the envelope and a smile crossed her face as she began to read.


My Dearest Sister,

Rita had to roll her eyes at that. Her sister, Amy, always started off her letters too formal. Rita never did that.

I hope all is well, Luke and I are doing fine here with Uncle Jack and Auntie Margaret. How is the weather there? Cold, I bet. It's nice and sunny here in California. The weather is one thing I don't miss from New York. Although it would be nice to see snow again, especially around Christmas. I don't think I'll ever get used to not having snow at Christmastime.

Luke is doing well with his studies, he wants to move back to the city as soon as he is old enough to live on his own. I suppose Jack and Margaret will let him. I would feel better knowing he was with you, so you two could look after each other.

We both miss you terribly, I don't feel complete knowing our family isn't together. You'll have to visit soon, Jack and Margaret could pay for a train ticket. Please consider that, Rita.

We look forward to your next letter.

Love,

Amy and Luke (And Uncle Jack and Aunt Margaret)

Rita sighed, she loved getting letters from her siblings. Well, more so getting letters from Amy. Luke didn't have the attention span to write a letter. She smirked to herself as she began to put her letter back in her pocket. As soon as she looked up she ran right into someone. She steadied herself before apologizing, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"