PUNK 57

'We were perfect together. Until we met'

I can't help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. She misses me

In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed

It didn't take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever

And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us

Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there's one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She's the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am

We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it

Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name's Ryen, loves Gallo's pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances

F*ck it. I need to meet her

I just don't expect to hate what I find

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He hasn't written in three months. Something's wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch

Without him around, I'm going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It's my own fault. I should've gotten his phone number or picture or something

He could be gone forever

Or right under my nose, and I wouldn't even know it

Punk 57 is a stand alone romance. It is suitable for ages 18+