Aimee’s Letters
by Michelle

Once there was a girl named Aimee who loved very much to write letters, but never, ever mailed them. so Aimee just wrote, wrote, wrote, then placed the letters in her top desk drawer. One day the drawer was so full that it almost burst, so Aimee stopped putting letters in the drawer and began to stack them on top of her desk. Soon, her desk was so full she had barely any writing space, so she began piling letters on the floor. It wasn’t long before the entire room was filled with letters. Still, Aimee kept writing. Letters were stacked on the couch. Letters were stuffed in the kitchen cupboards. Letters were overflowing the bathtub. Finally Aimee had written so many letters she decided to take a break and go for a ride on her brand new red Speedo bike.
Aimee followed the road beside the river until she reached Apple Blossom Way. She turned the corner and rode past old, wrinkled Grammy Brock’s house. Grammy was sitting in her rocker on the front porch petting her little brown dog, Lobo. Mrs. Brock’s husband passed away many years ago and she had no children to keep her company. Lobo was her only companion.
Aimee hollered, “Hello, Mrs. Brock!”
Grammy smiled slightly and waved. “Good mornin’.”
Next Aimee headed down Cherry Lane toward the McGarrell farm. Mrs. McGarrell was in her yard, along with her six jungle-like children, attempting to hang the day’s washing on the clothesline. Aimee shouted, “Good morning!” to Mrs. McGarrell, who waved and managed a weary smile.
Before returning home, Aimee turned left onto Pickle Street and stopped in front of Mr. Cardwell’s candy shop to buy some candy with her sixty-seven cent allowance. Poor Mr. Cardwell had seen hardly any customers since the Super Duper Sweet Shop moved into town, but Aimee always thought his candy was best. When Aimee arrived home, she found she couldn’t get through her front door because her house was so full of letters. “What shall I do?” she cried.
Aimee walked around the house to her bedroom window and managed to pry it open. She squeezed into her room and made a tunnel through the letters into the living room to the front door.
Finally, Aimee succeeded in opening the door, and the letters and Aimee went pouring into the yard. The neighbors didn’t like that very much. “Aimee Lauren! Get rid of those letters!” they would holler.
“Oh what shall I do?” she cried. Then an idea came into her head. “I know!”
she exclaimed. “I’ll pretend that I’m a postman and I’ll deliver the letters on my brand new red Speedo bike.” And that’s exactly what Aimee did.
Uphill, downhill, in driving rain, and in blinding sun, Aimee delivered those letters.
She stopped at old Grammy Brock’s house and handed her a letter. “This is for you,” said Aimee.
Grammy beamed and said, “Thank you, Aimee! I haven’t received a letter in years.”
Next, Aimee delivered letters to Mrs. McGarrell and all six of the McGarrell children. Mrs. McGarrell and her children were quite surprised and happy. “Why, thank you, Aimee! We’ll sit down and read ‘em right now.” exclaimed Mrs. McGarrell.
Last, but not least, Aimee decided to visit Dave’s Delightful Delicacies and give Mr. Cardwell his letter. “Well,” laughed Mr. Cardwell, “I feel pretty tickled! Thank you, Aimee.” Aimee purchased a cherry sucker and a piece of grape bubble gum and headed home on her new Speedo bike.
It took Aimee two whole months to deliver all the letters but she found out that delivering letters was even more fun than writing them. “From now on, she determined, “I’ll deliver all my letters.”
When Aimee arrived home, she decided to write a book about her letter writing adventures. She had so much fun writing the book that she decided to write another, then another, and another. Soon Aimee had written so many books there was no room left on the bookshelves, so she began to stack the books in her closet. When her closet was full, Aimee began to pile the books on her bed... but THAT’S another story.
The End


Eleven-year-old Michelle (now 13) was born at Cannon Air Force Base near Clovis, New Mexico. She has lived in England, Idaho, and now lives in Oregon, along with her parents, her sisters Aimee and Melissa and her brother Aaron. Michelle enjoys sports of all kinds, reading, writing, letters, drawing, writing, and spending time at the beach with her family. Michelle says, “I wrote [Aimee’s Letters] as a joke for my sister [Aimee] and my mom read it [and] thought it was cute, so I...entered it in [a contest called The National Written and Illustrated Contest in Kansas City, Missouri]. [It] placed in the top 100 out of 7500 entries.” Michelle is also a faithful member of the Ready Writers Pen-Pal Club and contributor to the Christian Girl Newsletter.


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