Sammie's POV
"He WHAT?!?!" I screamed into my phone. "Please repeat again," I said angrily to Katie.
"Chris asked me if I wanted to go to the Homecoming Dance with him," Katie sighed. I took in a deep breath, and began to speak.
"What did you say, Katie? Please tell me you didn't say no, please tell me," I begged. I heard her clear her throat, and I knew without seeing Katie's face her answer.
"He wrote me a note. I never replied," she mumbled.
I shook my head and was about to lecture her when she cut me off.
"The truth is, I still like him. But I don't want to go to the dance with him because he feels sorry about the whole situation."
"You still like him?" I whispered sadly. I could hear her nod and she cried for a few minutes. I put the phone on speaker and started on my math homework. A little while later, she cleared her throat and said the last thing I expected to hear.
"I don't like him," she said. I groaned in frustration, and was about to reply.
Katie hung up.
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once upon a football
RomanceWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL What's with the petty Cinderella? Her story sucks. I mean, she trips and loses a shoe, and voila! A prince comes to marry her. Is that reall...
