Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Rand because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Rand and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos,and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Rand said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Rand is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't soo old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree? Rand has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Rand taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren. Your loving daughter, Rosie. At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO". Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read: PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!