Random Excerpt; Ender's Game

ENDER,
THE BASTARDS WOULDN'T PUT ANY OF MY LETTERS THROUGH TILL NOW. I MUST
HAVE WRITTEN A HUNDRED TIMES BUT YOU MUST HAVE THOUGHT I NEVER DID.
WELL, I DID. I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU. I REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY I .
REMEMBER EVERYTHING. SOME PEOPLE MIGHT THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE
BEING A SOLDIER YOU ARE NOW A CRUEL AND HARD PERSON WHO LIKES TO
HURT PEOPLE, LIKE THE MARINES IN THE VIDEOS, BUT I KNOW THAT ISN'T TRUE.
YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE YOU-KNOW-WHO. HE'S NICER-SEEMING BUT HE'S STILL A
SLUMBITCH INSIDE. MAYBE YOU SEEM MEAN, BUT IT WON'T FOOL ME. STILL
PADDLING THE OLD KNEW, ALL MY LOVE TURKEY LIPS,
VAL
DON'T WRITE BACK THEY'LL PROBLY SIKOWANALIZE YOUR LETTER.
Obviously it was written with the full approval of the teachers. But there was no
doubt it was written by Val. The spelling of psychoanalyze, the epithet slumbitch
for Peter, the joke about pronouncing knew like canoe were all things that no one
could know but Val.
And yet they came pretty thick, as though someone wanted to make very sure
that Ender believed that the letter was genuine. Why should thry be so eager if
it's the real thing?
It isn't the real thing anyway. Even if she wrote it in her own blood, it isn't the
real thing because they made her write it. She'd written before, and they didn't let
any of those letters through. Those might have been real, but this was asked for,
this was part of their manipulation.