thinking of Mrs.Williams’ old puzzles. Even the hand-writing looked familiar. A week later at the assembly I had the letter in my pocket, and had my ears open. Well it turns out, I was right to do so. Rosalina, Nathan, Bethany and Aaron had also received letters. They were similar, they both had the same design on the bottom, but the poetry was different.
All of us had the letters in our hands, and we started to compare them. We tried to remember things that our teacher would have put in puzzles, and tried a number of ideas on the poems, but to no available. None of us really thought much would come of it. But we tried anyways.
Finally Nathan started to write down the first letter of every line. After coming up with a number of patterns, we started to get somewhere.
I-A-M-A-L-I-V-E-I-N-E-E-D-Y-O-U-R-H-E-L-P
I am alive and I need your help.
By: Markus Jones
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