Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas"We were perfect together. Until we met." Misha I cant help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. It didnt take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything.