Amanda was in her dorm, stretched out across her smaller-than-twin-size bed, the covers of it ruffled like she had been tossing and turning. With a loud sigh, she got up, and towards her desk. She kind of gave a dirty glare at the pile of books she was reading for classes as she reached for some loose leaf paper and a pen. She had finally gotten used to not using parchment, and she had admitted even though pens were less formal looking, the erasable ones were wonderful. Amanda sat back down on her bed, and began to write, using one of her homework books as something to write on. [Not literally, but you know, just something you can put pressure on.]
Dear Wallace,
How have you been doing? I just wanted to say hello, and well, see if you were able to find the right guy yet and if everything was going well.
-Amanda