Sitting on the bed Charity opened the letter carefully and unfolded the tri fold and got comfortable before starting to read it.

Hey Eli,

Sorry I haven’t written in a while but things have been busy recently, I have to run away and hide to find time to write you nowadays. Although it's been crazy, things have been going great. Me and my brothers are going to get to go across the world soon. It should be amazing. How's your father doing? How's Emilee? How's the new school working out for her? And how's Benjamin doing with the new math tutor? I have a brother his age, and he would hate that. By the way, you wrote in your last letter that you had a big test in your psychology class, how did it go? Did you pass it? Of course, I already know the answer to that. You are after all the smartest girl i know, well sort of, I guess you can say your the smartest girl that I write to because we've technically never meet before, but that's not the point.

Wow, only a paragraph into my letter and I am already rambling, it must be a new record. Anyways, to answer you question from your last letter. No, I don't think I will be starting college anytime soon. My career is just now taking off and I don’t think it would be wise for me to stop my career to start school up. After all, not all of us can be like you and take four or five classes every semester.

Anyway, Nick is calling me, he wants me to show me something on the guitar. I hope you're well, say hello to Ben and Em for me!

Yours, Paul

Charity smiled down at the paper in front of her. It wasn't the first time that she had gotten a letter from Paul in fact it was probably the two hundredth letter or so. Charity and Paul had been writing back and forth since Charity was in third grade and her teacher made her, along with the rest of the class choose a pen pal from a different state. Charity; being from California, choose to write to someone who lived in New Jersey, and that someone ended up being Paul. Now nearly eleven years later they were still writing letters back and forth. Though Charity now lived with her father in London, England and Paul was constantly moving around the USA they kept a close relationship with at least one letter a week.

Even though they had been writing for a while, Charity and Paul still had a lot to talk about. He called her 'Eli' because she had never told him her real name. It was because she didn’t want him to like her only because she was famous. Or rather, her MOTHER was famous. See, Charity’s mom was a famous actress, who had died. It was a robbery gone bad. She didn’t like to talk about it,

She just told Paul that her mom had passed.

Though it had been nearly five years since her mom had died, it still hurt to talk about her. Something about the way she died made it so hard to cope with. Not to mention the fact that she had to deal with seeing her mother everyday, not only in her own face in the mirror but in her little sisters and little brothers faces as well.

So when she wrote to Paul it was her escape, the escape she searched for trying to get away from herself.

That's what she loved about him. If she was ever upset, mad, or anything, he was there for her. By letter, of course.

In fact, Paul had been there when her mom died. It was when they were both in 5th grade.

She was crying when she wrote the letter, but after reading his response, it seemed so much better.

And that is what most of Charity's life was like. When she got to the point when she just couldn't handle it anymore she would pour her heart out on paper just like a diary but instead of letting it just sit on the paper, there would be a supportive and thoughtful response that would always help Charity feel better no matter what the situation.

Walking over to her computer she moved the mouse and checked the time on the clock. It was four thirty that meant she had time to write back to Paul before her evening class at six.

So picking up her favorite heart printed stationary Charity sat down and began to write.

Kevin Jonas opened the thick envelope that he had been dying to get since he had sent his last reply. He loved writing to Eli, his pen-pal. She treated him like a normal kid. Not that she knew that she was probably the only one.

Pulling out the pink and white stationary he smiled, there was no denying it, the letter was definitely from a girl. Unfolding the paper he stared down at her hand writing and began to read.

Hey there Paul,

I guess all things on my end are doing good, I am swamped with homework and work but then again that's no different since the last time that I wrote to you. Ben and Emilee are great. How are Nick, Joe and Frankie?

Lately, I have been really missing my mom. Emilee is great about it, though. When I feel sad, she comes and helps me. She is such a great little sister. I wish she was a little older when my mom died, though. She was so little, she barely knew her. I have been thinking a lot about all the great things mom used to do when i was a little girl. It makes me extremely sad that Emilee will never know how great mom truly was. I mean she will never be able to dance to no music in the middle of the night or be able to try and sing some of mom' s favorite songs to her on mothers day. Not that I did those things because that would be totally uncool. As my little sister would say, LoL.

Which reminds me, my little sister has been really into this thing called email lately. Its been around for a while, but we just got our first computer in our house, and we don't have a TV. Or a cell phone. But Emilees friend has all of those things, and she taught me and Emilee how to use it. It's really brilliant. Do you have an email?

Anyway, to answer your question, Yes I got a 92 out of 100 on my psychology test! I was so totally stoked! I got the highest grade in all three of my professor’s classes. Totally made my day. Speaking of school, Ben is loving his tutor. Of course, that's probably because she is my age has perfect hair flawless skin and wears shirts that are two sizes to small. Personally, I don’t like her but all the guys around the two mile radius of our house obviously do because they always seem to be near by when she is over. Its quite annoying, actually, but some of them are very polite. That is, until they see her. Then they lose every ounce of maturity. Anyway, I was wondering what state you would be in about six months. My dad is thinking of letting me come to the United States! I’m so excited! I haven't been home in so long! I was thinking of stopping off in New York for a few days then heading home to California to go see my grandmother. She lives just outside of Beverly Hills, if you know where that is. Anyways, I better get going. I have History 108 and English 104 tonight! Wish me luck! I am giving my life story in five minutes to my English class!

Well I will be waiting for your response. Your dear friend. – Eli

He folded up the letter, and put it in the box with every other letter that he had gotten from her, since third grade. Thinking about what he should write as a response, he grabbed some paper, and a pencil, and set them on the table.

But before he had a chance to write anything on the paper he was interrupted by the familiar voices of his brothers.

"Hey Kevin! What are you up to?" Nick asked curiously.

As Joe walked closer he spotted the paper and a mocking smile came to his face.

"So Kevin are we writing love letters again?"

Kevin blushed, and muttered, "No."

Joe went over to the box that he knew Kevin kept his letters in, and opened it up.

Grabbing the newest edition, he started reading.

"Ooh, Kevie-Wevie, you get to MEET her soon!"

Kevin jumped up and tried to grab the letter from Joe but Joe had already slide it down the nearby table towards Nick.

"Look Nick! Kevin finally gets to meet his true love face to face! Isn't it exciting."

Once again chasing after the letter Kevin started to walk over to Nick who was now reading the letter.

"Aww Kevin. How cute is that. Isn't that cute, Joseph?"

"Very cute."

Nick tossed the letter back to Kevin, and him and Joe left the room. It seemed like they had finished tormenting him for now. But, on the bus ride, he was sure that they would get bored, and go back to tormenting.

So he quickly took his paper once again, writing like a mad man, trying to write his letter before his brothers came back and tried to embarrass the living daylights out of him.