A mother enters her  daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed.
With the worst  premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped with
my new boyfriend.
I found real passion and he is so  nice, with all his piercings and tattoos
and his big  motorcycle.

But its not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said  that we will be very
happy in his trailer in the woods.

He wants  to have many more children with me and that's one of my dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and  we'll be growing it for
us and his friends, who are providing us with  all the cocaine and ecstasies
we may want.

In the meantime,  we'll pray for science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to
get better, he  deserves it.
Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how  to take care of
myself.
Some day I'll visit for you to know your  grandchildren.


Your daughter,
Judy


PS:  Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to show
you that there are worst things in life than the school's  report card
that's in my desk drawer...I love you!