Note Three
From: 719-321-4262 To: Cora Roberts
Hey Cora. I got your number from the school catelogue. It's Sam. So you rock at math. Mind meeting up and helping me?
Sent: 8/29 12:36 p.m.
Looking at the message, I frowned a little. Sam was a rather famous person at school, one of the top midfielders for boy's soccer. Why he wanted my help instead of some from his numerous blond girl friends was beyond me. But since I didn't have anything to do this afternoon, I bit my lip and replied.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
Sure Sam! School library at four? :D
Sent: 8/29 12:37 p.m.
I waited a minute, tucked my phone into my pocket and headed out to my car to grab my lunch. The next time I checked my phone, I had a new message.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
Can't wait.
Sent: 8/29 12:41 p.m.
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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.
