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SnowAngel:

morning, zo

zoegirl:

morning, angela. are you wearing your super-duper very own pair of official bowling shoes?

SnowAngel:

at ten in the morning? i'm in my bunny slippers, sweetheart.

SnowAngel:

but yeah, i've got them right here beside me. *pats hideous bowling shoes lovingly* i didn't think we were gonna have fun … but we did, didn't we?

zoegirl:

especially when you threw your ball into that truck driver's lane. (snicker, snicker)

SnowAngel:

he could have been MUCH more understanding. it's not like i meant to.

zoegirl:

and then you knocked over his beer when you went to reclaim it, ya big klutz.

zoegirl:

poor guy!

SnowAngel:

poor me! i'm under a lot of stress, zoe. i'm leaving in 6 days!!!

zoegirl:

what i don't get is why you just didn't tell the truck driver guy that you spilled his beer, instead of leaving it glopped on the floor in a puddle. if you'd cleaned it up right then, nothing else would have happened.

SnowAngel:

i didn't tell him cuz i didn't want him yelling at me again. duh!

zoegirl:

and that strategy sure worked

SnowAngel:

it's not MY fault. who knew beer was so sticky?

zoegirl:

and who knew our truck driver friend would attempt his patented foot-slide approach right after stepping smack into it?

SnowAngel:

i think he needs to alter his diet. a slimmer man wouldn't have fallen so hard.

zoegirl:

too many cheese fries

SnowAngel:

at least it caused a distraction as we stole our shoes. frankly, zo, i'm still surprised you went along with it.

zoegirl:

the operative word is “trade,” angela. we gave them a more than fair trade.

SnowAngel:

in your case, maybe. i gave them a pair of chrissy's old tap shoes from when she used to take lessons.

zoegirl:

um, angela? why did u just insert a pirate smiley?

SnowAngel:

i dunno. cuz it's cute?

zoegirl:

you're such a goof

zoegirl:

so what are you doing for the rest of the day?

SnowAngel:

i'm PACKING. how's that for a mood kill?

zoegirl:

oh, angela

SnowAngel:

come keep me company, please-please-pleasy-please?

zoegirl:

sure, only i have to go to work at 5:00. and at some point, i should probably study for finals.

SnowAngel:

finals. *vomit*

SnowAngel:

there is no way i can be expected to study when my whole life is being ripped apart.

zoegirl:

maybe we can study together after i help u pack.

SnowAngel:

just come over. i don't care what we do, as long as i'm not alone!

mad maddie:

hey, a-boogie

SnowAngel:

hey, m-boogie

SnowAngel:

how long r u gonna stay on this “boogie” kick?

mad maddie:

for-boogie-ever. got a problem wid dat?

SnowAngel:

ur a freak

SnowAngel:

so wazzup?

mad maddie:

nothing, just procrastinating. i SHLD be studying, but let's just say i'm not.

mad maddie:

wanna go get krispy kremes?

SnowAngel:

heck yeah!

mad maddie:

boogie-licious!

zoegirl:

hey, angela. guess what happened in biology today?

SnowAngel:

what?

zoegirl:

mr. mack tripped on the smart-board cable, and
he went down hard. he hit his head on his desk and ended up with a gash from his eyebrow to his hairline. blood. everywhere. it was crazy.

SnowAngel:

poor mr. mack!

zoegirl:

he's okay. head wounds bleed a lot even when they're pretty minor, he said. but for the rest of the period (after taping a paper towel bandage to his head with masking tape), he pretended to have amnesia. every time someone asked a question about our exam, he'd be like, “what's your name again?”

SnowAngel:

that's gonna be me at my stupid new school. i won't know a single person's name except stupid glendy.

SnowAngel:

i wish I'D get clonked on my head—at least then i'd be put out of my misery.

zoegirl:

angela!

zoegirl:

i told you about mr. mack to cheer you up, not make you more depressed!

SnowAngel:

oh

SnowAngel:

well … ha

zoegirl:

that wasn't very convincing

SnowAngel:

HAHAHAHAHA

SnowAngel:

was that better?

zoegirl:

er, thanks for trying

SnowAngel:

yeah, u too

zoegirl:

i can't believe finals start tomorrow—help!

SnowAngel:

which means only 3 more days until … never mind.

zoegirl:

i know

zoegirl:

that's all i can think about, even though i've *got* to focus on studying.

SnowAngel:

there's no way i'm getting any studying done. i've just accepted it.

SnowAngel:

sorry i'm typing so slow, btw. i cut my thumb on the packing tape dispenser, and the band-aid's making things tricky.

zoegirl:

that's okay

SnowAngel:

ms. higgins gave us the question for our take-home essay. wanna hear it?

zoegirl:

sure

SnowAngel:

it's awful. it's like she WANTS to torture me, as if that was her evil plan. “using any three works of literature from this semester, discuss the following quote: ‘home is where the heart is.' support your position with examples.”

zoegirl:

oh man

SnowAngel:

i know

SnowAngel:

hey zo … do u ever just feel sad for no reason?

zoegirl:

i do, yeah.

SnowAngel:

me too

SnowAngel:

*sigh*

SnowAngel:

guess my bracelet didn't work, huh?

zoegirl:

what bracelet?

zoegirl:

oh, your “believe” bracelet

SnowAngel:

i kept thinking that maybe this was all a joke, that maybe it would all go away. i've been closing my eyes and rubbing the “believe” part, as if my wish might actually come true. isn't that stupid?

zoegirl:

not stupid at all. i wish it *would* come true.

SnowAngel:

oh well

zoegirl:

i don't want u to move, angela.

SnowAngel:

me neither