Methinks that Weston Michels thinks so too…” And you did grow up in-” She paused “What’s the name of that rock you lived under? The one with one store?” “Clearly he’s trying to push me out of my shell.” “It’s more of an instruction card.” I waved her off. Her smile grew just like mine had, and by the time she was done she looked up, tears of excitement in her eyes. “Right,” she grumbled and started reading. “Oh, so now it’s Wes?” Her eyebrows arched. “Kidding,” I said, laughing as I held out the note. I was too happy, too excited to think about anything but the fact that a guy had written me a letter. In fact, I hadn’t thought once about my parents’ accident. It was the first morning in two years that I wasn’t thinking about my past. I re-read the note again and again, each time I read it, my heart pounded harder in my chest. My smile couldn’t get any bigger if it tried. Be sure to smile really big and raise your hand at least once in class. Your mission, if you choose to accept it: Make two new friends, you know, people other than your roommate and her cousin. People don’t write letters anymore… such a shame, don’t you think? Day 1. Once seated, I tore into the note and read. I snatched the paper and went to pour us both cups of coffee. “It’s not like it has anthrax in it.” Lisa bent down and picked it up. Holy crap! My name, in really nice handwriting. “That.”Ī piece of paper was folded on the floor. “The door?” Seriously, did she drink last night?
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