Ruby sat down on a couch, sighing as she looked at the blank piece of paper on her lap. She grimaced when she thought of her step-mother reading the letter over her father's shoulder. What could she write to a family who honestly didn't care?
She chewed her pen as she looked at the fire, thinking of something to write. She hated writing home but her father wanted to know what she was doing, which was a surprise. So far nothing particularly interesting had come to mind.
Ruby looked back down at her paper, and began to write:
Hi dad,
Nothing's happening here. Everything's pretty quiet. Classes are good, nothing we haven't covered in America. OWLs are this year, in case you've forgotten.
How's Serena and the baby? I heard they were doing well. Which made me cry. I would be very grateful if you would poison her food for me. I'm honestly overjoyed to hear the baby's a girl. Lucky me, I get a baby sister.
I have to go to sleep now so I'm afraid I can't write more. Say I hate you Hi to Serena for me.
Your daughter,
Ruby
It wasn't enough, she knew, but she doubted he would care anyway. What she really wanted to do now was blow off some steam. She wanted to have fun. Like she used to do with her friends in America. She looked out of the window, remembering the good times they had in Florida.
Ruby heard someone come in and turned around.