Note Sixty-Four
From: 719-330-2356 To: Cora Roberts
Hey, this is Tucker. So I finished the brownie models for AP Bio. Can you handle the analysis and procedure?
Sent: 9/20 3:45 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Tucker
Didn't know you could text now, but yeah, sure. Thanks!
Sent: 9/20 3:46 p.m.
From: Tucker To: Cora Roberts
Got a new phone!
Sent: 9/20 3:47 p.m.
Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I exited the school building, relieved that the school day was finally over. I had seen Sam twice, once in the hall and once and lunch, and Jacklyn seemed to be everywhere, even though she never actually made eye contact with me.
Hopping into my car and flinging my bag precariously into the back seat, turning the key and looking back to make sure I wouldn't plow through any of the seniors.
"Holy shit, what the hell?"
"Cora, Cora, it's me."
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
