So, me and my mum are sorting through my attic and I came across a letter from my brother which goes as follows:

Ratcheal stinkes of pow pow pow pow pow.
To Ratchael why do you keep beying bossy be bossy one more time you wont igsiste even so you dont now.
To Ratchael am Stephen Cox am you brother I hat you
I seen you comeing out your gate you look around to see if i was there and then you ran over sorel ane geners (read as cheryl and ginas)
Love from Stephen Cox.

Do you like? because nowen likes you
I spreded youve got nits