head hurts. My heart is beating so fast
that I'm afraid maybe it's just going to
push its way right out of my chest. You're
wondering what's going on. It's this note.
This friggin' note that I just found in my
locker from Becca.
says she has gone to London! Can you
believe that?? London!? That's just where
that internet guy lives. I saw Dee and she
told me that Becca was looking for me
about an hour ago because she wanted to
tell me something. Well, she sure didn't
look all that hard. I mean, she knows my
schedule and all. An hour ago I was
sitting in History class. Man this sucks
now I can't even find her. So what am I
supposed to do? Sit by my mailbox and wait
for a postcard of Buckingham Palace or
something? This really sucks!
cut out of my last period class and went
to the skate park. I didn't care who sees
me or if I got busted for ditching school.
I didn't give a flying crap about
the park I tried to work off some of the
stuff churning inside of me. It didn't
work, I was just distracted on the board.
I even fell, which is something I hardly
ever do! I banged my elbow. It didn't hurt
all that much (or if it did I didn't
notice 'cause what I was feeling was way
worse.) But it was bleeding and I figured
I should probably go wash it off or
something. I mean with my luck, I'd
probably get tetanus or some really weird
infection and then maybe have to get my
whole arm amputated. As you can see I was
not in the most up-beat mood! So before
the microbes could totally invade my body,
I went over to the water fountain and
rubbed some water into the cut. That's
when I heard someone say, "Want a tissue
to dry it off?'
looked up. Wendie was standing there
looking... well, nice.
said, "Sure, thanks."
she smiled when she handed me a pink
perfumed tissue from out of her backpack.
It smelled like the stuff you spray the
bathroom with to cover up the stench of...
well, you know what. Anyway, it turned out
my elbow was oozing blood big time and it
took four tissues to get it under control.
Wendie was being really sweet and I
started feeling better about what happened
with Becca. Actually, I really wasn't
feeling any better about Becca, I just
stopped thinking about it, that was
and I started walking toward the park
entrance together. We were talking about
school and stuff and all of a sudden she
said she had been wanting to see "Titanic"
and did I want to go with her on Saturday?
Last week I would have said, "No thanks."
you know, because I had a girlfriend (or
at least I thought I did.) But this
week... at that moment, it was a no
brainer. I said, "Sure!"
smiled and said, "I've gotta get home.
Call me tonight."
the way out of the park, I reached into my
pocket and pulled out Becca's note. I
slammed it in the trash without even
looking at it. I still felt mad, but not
quite as crazed. It's weird the way things
can get turned around so fast, isn't