Wild child

One of the letters:

Smith: I'm right now where we came from, Torrance.Don't you think I'm a little silly?After fighting for so long, I spent two days in a place I am very familiar with.In the past, I hated the ground in the alley so much, the sewage flowed across it, let alone when it rained.The water would flow in through the holes in the soles of my shoes all at once, and it was so painful to walk on, so I always walked barefoot.Walking here now has a feeling of returning home, maybe because I have lived here for seven years.The alleys are still the same as when we were here, but I always feel as if they are more crowded and the smell has become more unpleasant.

Remember that "hijacking the ship"?The crew have not forgotten about it until now, and everyone is saying 'Tony, you'd better leave someone on board.The girls there are amazing! 'This can be regarded as a small memorial we left for this town.I was unrecognized as I walked past the pier, and I seemed to be doing my job pretty neatly.We did that with little Orozko—you remember him? —I stole the limelight, and no one mentioned the boy who threw mud on the boat.Was it because I was a girl, or was it because I was the one who set the boat off?

Speaking of Orozco Jr., I ran into him yesterday evening, in a dead-end street where we had a fight—remember?That time we climbed up the low wall next to it before we escaped.He is leading a group of brothers to beat people, this guy is still the same, the five big and three thick people lead a group of followers to deal with a skinny monkey.The skinny monkey is very agile, but the rings all over his face jingle when he moves. I bet that those people who were bombed by landmines that Benjamin said would not have so much metal on their faces.Seeing how many people are bullying few people, and the big one is bullying the small one, of course I have to ask what happened.I thought I was going to have a fight as soon as I got back here, but guess what?That skinny monkey beat up one of my little colleagues in the orphanage because he stole something and didn't pay protection money.

When did little Orozko become the patron saint of the orphanage?I asked little Olozko if he had any serious car accidents in the past three years, and he crossed his arms and said arrogantly that you should ask him yourself.While talking, the skinny monkey knocked down two people, and it seemed that the brother he chose was still the same pustule.Probably in a hurry, the thin-skinned monkey took out a knife and swung it around. To be honest, I was a little scared when he swung a stick. People who often fight know that it is only when they are stupefied that they stab people with knives.Sure enough, when Orozko Jr. took a step forward, the guy's hand was tilted for fear of really cutting him, but he was grabbed by the wrist, and I kicked him to the ground.It's been a long time since I've fought, and this kick was quite enjoyable.

Little Orozko even invited me to be a guest, I said forget it, because I was afraid that your father and your brother would eat me—I guess you didn’t have the big dog in his family that chased us into the river forgot?He didn't get angry, he just smirked at me, and asked me for my phone number, it seemed that he was out of his mind.

I went to the orphanage again this morning and Mrs. Evan wasn't there, thank God thank hell.I was going to see Gerda first, but a girl rushed over with a scream, and the smell of the perfume almost made me shudder.A tube top, a skirt so short that it almost disappears, almost shaved hair, four or five big earrings, and a few butterflies tattooed on the shoulders. Guess who this is? (continued on next page)

Well, I don't think you can guess it, in fact, I didn't recognize it when I met it face to face.Remember the weeping Rebecca Kyle?God, she's a real hottie now, albeit a little tender.I mean, for God's sake or Merlin's sake, who would believe she's only 15?She used to follow me with long hair and a ragged dress!Seeing her stepping on her high-heeled shoes, dragging me and chattering non-stop, I almost suspected that my memory had a problem! !

My original room is now taken over by Becca, and the quilts I used to steal wine for are still there, but most of the children left, some were adopted, some made a living, little Vincent and Johnny Died of typhoid, Mary disappeared a few months ago.When we entered the room, a few brats were playing poker, and Becca drove them away. They pulled me into the most comfortable seat, and none of the brats farted.

"This is Fanny, Big Sister." Ouch, this introduction is really concise and to the point, those little ghosts' eyes lit up when they looked at me, as if I was a hippogriff or something.Becca told me that things had been tough for the sprouts since I left, and she realized someone had to take over.Then she went to buy a knife, first cut off her hair with a swipe, and then stabbed several gangsters.He didn't know how to start, and was beaten badly, but people knew that anyone who dared to bully the orphan would be hunted down by a crazy woman, and everyone nearby knew "YoudonotmesswithCale (Don't mess with Cale)".Now that Becca doesn't have to carry a knife with her, you know what else is there to do when you're a hottie with a bunch of teens?Like a revolving lantern among several boys, why didn't I see that Becca had this ability before.

Becca is really amazing, I have Benjamin to teach, she is on her own.She has seen me do it a few times, figured out how to steal and who to steal, taught other children, and found other ways of making money. Now all the thieves and beggars under her hands have become gangsters.The "commission" she receives every day is quite a lot, and you can tell by looking at what she wears, no matter if it is all good fabrics, it is no worse than the junk from the orphanage.She also tried to buy me some famous brands, saying that she learned them all from me, which really scared me.Stabbing people with a knife, wearing famous brands, spraying perfume, what have I done?What idea can I come up with to train other children to steal to be beggars and collect commissions?I mean, I teach people who want to learn, but that's all for fun, I don't want to teach people to eat this.The gang in the room worshiped Beka like something, and they were afraid that they would not be able to give any orders.You said, did I have prestige in the past?

Gerda was doing laundry, but when she heard that I was back, she hurried over.Becca actually spoke viciously to Gerda—the only good person in that ghostly place—not at all polite to me.What's the matter?Old Gerda washed our clothes, laced our buttons, made our room, cleaned, cooked, and took care of our sick children; what did I do?Fights, pranks, and a whole lot of trouble.Becca wants to imitate me, but hates Gerda, what a strange thing!Of course Gerda was not very happy with Becca's attitude, but she seemed to be quite used to it. She only said that she wanted to talk to me for a while, and I went to the laundry room with her.

I heard Mrs. Evan went to buy quilts for the children. Do you remember that old woman bought half a piece of cloth for us?Another accident!Gerda said that not long after I left Mrs. Evan gave up drinking and started to take care of things.Things were much easier for the children in the orphanage now, but Gerda didn't look happy at all.It's not because Becca disrespected her. She said that now Becca only allows obedient children to sleep in that room, and those who are disobedient will be beaten outside. Both Sean and Ethan have slept outside for half a year. was adopted.Because of the bad reputation, no one adopted children from the orphanage after that.I said they could support themselves anyway, and that Becca's method was much more efficient than I could have imagined.Gerda looked at me very strangely at the time, and then said, "It's not that you don't think so, you don't think so", well, I think so.Anyway, it's always a good thing to have a better life.

After leaving the orphanage, I met Miss Flores on the road, the old maid who taught Chinese.Pedantic and old-fashioned, full of seriousness, it is my natural enemy.She was happy to see me, we talked for a while, and guess what?I found her to be as smart, elegant and perceptive as any Hogwarts professor.Gosh, looks like I really need to check to see if I've been hit by some memory spell.

Orozco Jr. and Mrs. Evan became the patron saint and the person in charge, Becca became smart and bold, and the children had to rely on.Anyway, things are getting better since I left.Do you know, Xiao Shi?I thought maybe that meant I was the worst.

I also dropped by Richards's bar and the goddam cookie shop, same old stuff.Helena still works in the bar, but you know, her work is at night, and she can't meet her during the day.Until now, I don't understand how the old Box's store has been open for so long. Does anyone really buy his cookies?I mean, who would?Suicide doesn't involve tormenting yourself like this, and now I think of that smell and want to bite off my tongue.

There are still a lot of people who recognize me and talk about our pranks, and it sounds like I'm smarter than I remember.Aunt Anna also insisted that I bring you a basket of carrots that I grew myself, and it seems that you are always more her favorite.Even so, I walked in the alleys on the return trip and felt as uneasy as a foreigner, feeling that I was out of place.A lot of things have changed and I have literally become a tourist. (continued on next page)

I'll write another letter to Mrs. Conwell, keep this one away and don't let her see it, she doesn't like me stealing things and fighting, let alone swearing or anything--is it just me who thinks those "swear words" "Is it more accurate and enjoyable to express the meaning?And if she found out that I kicked someone down as soon as I went out, she would have to take me back immediately.

Well, I know you can't hide things, and I won't force you, at least throw this piece of paper away after reading the letter.If you don't, you'll never know another Amy in your life. (continued on next page)

Tomorrow I'll go on up the river, and maybe see Benjamin, and then maybe take a boat that'll let me in, wherever that is.Hope you all are well.

your fanny sanchez

Letter two:

Mrs. Conwell: I'm in Stratford now. It's a very ordinary town, famous for being the place where Shakespeare was born.Stratford is only about 50 minutes' drive from London, but it's hard enough to walk.I'm going to try tomorrow to see if I can get a ride, I'm getting tired of walking all the time.I guess you're going to ask me why I don't buy a ticket to ride the bus, and you know my answer will be "it's more fun".

It takes less than an hour to walk around the town at the speed of a walk. There are no other attractions here except Shakespeare's former residence.If you want me to say that the house is not very attractive, that is, the things inside are a bit old, and a guide introduced "the cradle where Shakespeare slept" or something.To remember Shakespeare, just read his works directly, why bother with the house?He is not an architect.Turn around the house and the backyard, come out from the other direction, and the exit is located in a souvenir shop.I bought "Macbeth" in my pocket and thought it would be better.A lot of people buy jewelry and hardcover books, but those decorations are not beautiful, and the books are obviously not bought to read, neither of which is useful, what the hell are they thinking?

The old house is nothing to look at, but there is an ice cream truck next to the exit, fivepence a piece, that is the best milk ice cream I have ever eaten.I heard that this town is also the hometown of John Harvard's mother, because Shakespeare is too famous, this matter is ignored by people.If you want me to say, it doesn't matter which celebrity's home is where, just like who said, why bother to know the hen that lays eggs?If you have to get to the bottom of it and disturb their cleanliness, maybe they won't be able to return to their hometown.Shakespeare spent his final years in his native land, and I guess a lot of famous people envied him.

People in the small town are buried near the church after their death, and the tombstones of various shapes are arranged in a regular way.Some are lined up on the lawn, and some are set up in twos and threes under the trees, as if they are resting in a park.When the sun sets, the light is orange-red and dim, and the shadows of the tombstones are stretched very long, and they are unevenly distributed in the direction of the church. There is a kind of magic in the shadow of the trees, as if you can see the souls of the sleepers.It was the most spectacular sight I have ever seen in Stratford.

In the community where I live, there is a very special street lamp, which looks like a very tall balance tray has been replaced with a test tube, and the silver-blue light is shining in the tube, as if doing a chemical experiment.Most of the residents in the community are not young and very personable, and the whole place gives me a good feeling.

My host family had Macy and David O'Donnell, both in their 50s, with grown kids.During holidays, they often host students from China who come to summer camps as a friendly family, and I live in the bedroom they prepare for Chinese students.David and Macy are nice people, but Macy's cooking is horrible.You know how hard it took me to swallow that huge plate of pasta?You know I grew up in an orphanage!Just can't understand why someone can make something with ready-made noodles, meat and pepper so unpalatable.Dessert was yoghurt, thank goodness supermarket bought.I kept thinking of your panna cotta while eating it.

Hope you all are well.

Letter three:

Smith: I've been in London for a week and you can't imagine how excited I am on the way here.Of course, don't get me wrong, I'm excited because it's me driving the car, yes, it's me!I flagged down a car within 5 minutes, but even a snobby guy like me almost threw up when I opened the door and took my first breath.The smell of old tobacco and alcohol, sweat, body odor and athlete's foot, gasoline smell, rotten smell, and the driver John—a fat man with a greasy face who grunts from time to time—breathes a strong smell of onion and garlic. The mix of breath and more unknown smells is really mixed feelings.The entire front seat was littered with cigarette butts and god knows what scum, and someone must have vomited more than once in the co-pilot, it took me a while to make up my mind to get in.

Within 10 minutes of being on the road, the car started twitching, and then—mind you, I was going over 70 mph—John looked back at me and said, "Do you have a driver's license?" But given the circumstances at the time I decided to simply answer no.John pulled the car into the emergency lane, scraped at least two feet off the guard rail, pointed to the parts and said, "This is the accelerator, this is the brake, and the steering wheel controls the direction. It's simple, get it?" Then he shook the He got out of the car with a wobble, opened the back door and fell straight in. He started snoring even before the door was closed.What I thought at the time, if my Uncle Sam heard it, it would definitely be said to be insulting to the family.

What else can I do?I tuck John's foot in - it nearly broke my back, close the door, and start studying the driver's seat.Luckily I saw Mrs Conwell while she was driving and it only took me 20 minutes to start the car.The shit looked like it was going to do a few hollow somersaults in my hands, but in the end I tamed it and made it run in a straight line.Know how much I missed Sonny?Although to be honest, even if I came to be the driver, that thing can run much more safely than Sunny, but at least Sunny knows the way.

Luckily, there's a map in the car, along with, well, some of the stuff guys love to look at.

I guess it's not a good idea for me to drive into town, technicalities aside, if someone wants to check my driver's license, how can I convince them that I'm John Lincoln and weigh at least 200 pounds?So I stopped the car when I reckoned it was still a few miles from London - slapped it hard on the guardrail, left a thank you note for John, and walked off the road.I could have hailed the car and said I was a little girl with a drunk dad, but John's car made me never want to get in any car again, at least not for a week.

Then?I walked and walked to London, and this distance is completely nothing to me now.Ugh, I wish I could snap around London like a witch, or at least ride a broomstick.

On the way, I ate the sandwich Macy prepared for me. It was filled with honey and sugar, and it made a loud chewing sound.Fortunately, I don't hate sweets, maybe I should praise Macy's creativity.

I don’t have much to say anymore. I went to see Tower Bridge, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, sat down on the London Eye and so on. In short, I just saw all the famous places.There are really a lot of pigeons here, and they are all clumsy, so they can catch every one accurately.If Lathers were here, he'd be crazy, I mean crazier than ever--remember that drunk who beat the bird?The guards at the gate of Buckingham Palace all carry guns, I guess they are good marksmen, because people with their physique can't catch any gangsters.Do you think I should try to knock one down?I'm really curious what a real gun looks like - just kidding.

After reading it, I will rot in my stomach. This must not be shown to parents, otherwise you will know the consequences.I will write another one and hope you are doing well.