Char Clearroad sat at his desk in the dorm he stayed in at the school. He was not in the best of moods, his cat having escaped earlier , but still whistled one of his favorite tunes by Clare Grudman. As he ruffled the several pages and documents, a small and pale yellow envelope fell out. On the top, in pink pen, was written clearly, Char.
He was piqued by curiosity and reached for the envelope. It felt small in his hands and was very light, but the his name seemed to be written with extreme care. Alex, he thought. Who else?
A smile crept onto Char's lips as he slowly teared open the envelope. Inside, was a folded letter. In it contained small strips of diary paper. Each of them saying Mr. Alexander Charming on them in child's writing. Char then turned to the letter after laughing.
I'm not great at writing, in fact, I'm not that great at anything. Sometimes when I was little I was frustrated with myself for being useless, but now I see uselessness is my talent. I am disposab