I snatched my phone from the table, and slide the lockscreen. Sweat leaked out of the pores im my hands as I carefully worded my reply: "Yes"
He quickly fired a text back, "So, hoe are you liking Maryland?"
I looked at the message, stunned, wondering if it was a typo, or if he had found my MySpace page. I decided that he meant how, and I corrected him. "How**".
[work in progress, i will update this chapter as i think of a plot. comment some things that you want to happen. -mia]
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FanfictionI know that this has a sucky cover, but bear with me. This could be good.
