Dear Squall,

How are you doing?  Right now, I'm positive you're in a better mood than I am, because I've just had what is quite possibly the worst night of my life.

It started just after curfew.  I'd gotten into my wheelchair to meet my true love, Zell, at the Secret Spot in the Training Center (remember that I asked to meet me there in my love letter to him).  After spending all of twenty-five unpleasant minutes wheeling myself there by hand (God, what I wouldn't give for one of those motorized models -- it's really hard to run from two hungry T-Rexaurs when you're moving a wheelchair by hand), I finally reached the Secret Spot and awaited my beloved to show up.  No one was there, so it was a very quiet wait.

Then, oh, joy of joys, Zell finally showed up!  He walked out into the Secret Spot, looking around for his secret admirer.  It was then that I revealed my surprise to that sexy stud.  I threw off a trench coat I was wearing and showed Zell just what I had on underneath -- absolutely nothing!  Zell was standing there, gazing at my beautiful body as I sat there in my wheelchair au naturel.  I think he may have even been drooling a bit, but I couldn't quite tell, because it was dark.  He looked like he was feeling too hot to resist me!

But then, things went south.  A girl walked out behind Zell, asking, "Zell, honey, who's that?  And why the f@#k is she naked?!"  And suddenly, Zell snapped out of it and, just like that, ran off, pulling that girl behind him by her arm, and leaving me sitting there with my boobs and nether regions exposed for the world to see.

Well, I was furious.  I couldn't believe it!  My darling had another woman hot for him?!  Someone he possibly could've found to be hotter than myself?!  Oh, no, that just wouldn't do at all.  As I wheeled myself back to my dorm (and "enjoyed" yet another chase from those damn T-Rexaurs), I swore to myself that I'd make her pay for daring to steal my man.  Bitch was going down!

I'd like to write more, but it'll have to wait for later.  I've got a ho to get out of the way.  Hmmm.  Now where did I put that cyanide I use on bad dates?

Love,
~Quistis