Rainy Days

Hello there.
Here it's raining, and raining, and raining.
I most of the time love rain, but now it's making me sad.
Once, when it was a rainy day, I went to school. In the third hour, just after the break, our German-teacher came to us. ''Don't get anything out of your bags,'' she said, ''you can all go home now.''
We were wondering what had happened - we saw that she'd been crying.
''Mr. Gilissen,'' - our history teacher - ''has died, this morning, at around 3 o'clock.'' Some of the girls in my class gasped. The boys didn't show any emotion, as always.
My eyes were overflowing with tears. Mr Gilissen was one of the best history teachers ever. I still miss him.
And that's why rainy days make me sad. Because our history teacher had died on just a day like this.
Today, just a few hours ago, I was on my way home (I just had drum lessons), when the rain was pounding down on me, blurring  my sight. In those few minutes of downpour, I wanted to die. Literally. I don't know why, but it made me so depressed. I was exhausted, and completely broke.
Now, I feel a lot better - luckily.
Sincerely,
Lisa

Imperfection

Hello there.
I'm a little depressed, so don't mind me at the moment.
I know nobody's perfect, but I'd like to know someone who likes me for who I am. At school, I'm most of the time despised because the people there don't like Dragons, books, other clothing than their own. I'm sick and tired of it.
I'm not popular, I'm not confident. I'm unhappy.
I'm me.
Sincerely,
Lisa

Letters

Hello there!
Sorry that I haven't been writing for some time.
I thought about letters lately. I have three penfriends, and I thought:
When you're expecting a letter, you never know when it will come, or what will be said in it. A letter something magical, something old. It sometimes has marks of voyages it had made. I might even say that a letter has seen more of the world than me. Letters are so much more lovely than emails nowadays, although I write them, too - both, even.
Sincerely,

Lisa