Thursday, January 12, 2012

Dear Stephen King,
You live in Maine.  We live in Southern New Brunswick.  You are a renowned author.  We are fanatic student body. 
Do you see what I’m trying to say?
We really want you to visit our school.  So much, that we’ve been in the paper and on the 5:oo news with our pleads.  We’re making a big deal about it.  A really big deal.  There is a big poster in the lobby with your face on it, for crying out loud! 
I guess that might make authors hesitant; they might be a little freaked out.
But, come on.  Your Stephen King.  You write about evil clowns, and ghostly activity in hotels.  This (our crazy-for-you-student body) is nothing.  You could do this everyday.  We’re just asking for one: next Halloween.  Come to our school. 
You know what will happen if you don’t.  We’ll think you are just another author who couldn’t handle our crazy admiration...You’ll be considered a wimp. 
You don’t want that, do you?  Of course not!
You want to come to our school.
You have to come to our school.

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