ME: Okay.
PREACH: You’re all anyone has been talking about since the meet.
ME: Doubtful.
PREACH: You were in the local paper!
PREACH: It’s official.
PREACH: You’ve made it.
ME: LOL
ME: So this is what it feels like to be famous…
PREACH: Yup!
PREACH: Just act surprised when the mayor erects a statue in your honor.
ME: That’s a lot of power.
PREACH: Think you can handle it?
PREACH: ;)
ME: Only if it means I can compel you to tell me about our date?
PREACH: Nice try!
PREACH: My lips are sealed.
ME: Fine, I’ll get it out of you before tomorrow.
ME: ;)
PREACH: I’d like to see you try!
ME: I bet you would!
ME: ;)
ME: I’ve got to go.
PREACH: :(
ME: Last period is about to start.
ME: See you at practice?
PREACH: x
Sam waved to me from down the hall. “Hey, Grace! Wait up.”
I slowed my pace until she caught up with me.
“Ready for Mr. Parsons’ psych quiz?” she asked.
“Yup,” I said. “Headed to the office to record all of my answers since I still can’t write and typing left handed on a computer sucks. How about you? You ready?”