Free L8r, G8r by Lauren Myracle Page B

you? yr very likable, maddie.
SnowAngel:
did you break the chain?
mad maddie:
what do u think?
SnowAngel:
uh oh, hope yr ready for the shock of your life …
mad maddie:
that stuff is such garbage. who believes that crap?
SnowAngel:
i sent out a chain letter when i was 10. a snail-mail chain letter, one of those where yr supposed to put your name on the bottom of the list and send a dollar to the person on the top of the list. i was supposed to receive thousands of dollars within the next month, but i never did.
mad maddie:
go fig
SnowAngel:
i was very hardcore about it, 2. i sent it to my camp buddies and used all sorts of emotional blackmail, like, “c’mon, trish, i know YOU won’t let me down.” i feel bad about it now.
mad maddie:
you should. you should write them all an apology.
SnowAngel:
um … i’ll keep it in mind
mad maddie:
hey, wanna do something? go somewhere?
SnowAngel:
YEAH! i was supposed to go with logan to pick out an interview suit for summer internships, but i’ll call and tell him i can’t.
mad maddie:
shld i invite zoe?
SnowAngel:
sure, but i bet she’s with doug
SnowAngel:
cya in a jiff!
    Mon, Feb 20, 6:04 PM E . S . T .
SnowAngel:
oh ha ha, maddie. very funny.
SnowAngel:
i just checked my email, and what should i see waiting for me in my inbox?
SnowAngel:
yr supposed to send it to 15 DIFFERENT ppl, you freak!
SnowAngel:
yr still gonna get the curse unless you send it to 14 other ppl!!!!!!!!
    Tues, Feb 21, 4:33 PM E . S . T .
mad maddie:
angela, yr not trying to play some kind of trick on me, r you? to make me think i’m cursed?
SnowAngel:
huh?
SnowAngel:
OHHHHH, cuz of that chain letter from glendy. what happened? did you drop a dr pepper on your foot? ha ha!
mad maddie:
angela, i’m not joking. i came home to 17 voicemails on our HOME phone. our land line! and they’re all from guys saying they wanna … do stuff with me. or TO me.
SnowAngel:
what?!
mad maddie:
they know my name. and some of them are really really sick.
SnowAngel:
OMG
SnowAngel:
who r they from?
mad maddie:
i don’t know, i don’t recognize any of them.
SnowAngel:
could it be vincent? could he be pranking you?
mad maddie:
these r, like, old guys. all DIFFERENT guys, some with accents and some really gruff and … no, it’s not vincent.
mad maddie:
i don’t actually think it was you, either. obviously.
SnowAngel:
it’s jana. it’s jana, isn’t it?!! THAT’S what the slut remark was all about!
mad maddie:
she must have written my name and number in a gas station bathroom … or maybe put an ad on a dating website?
SnowAngel:
call 1 of the guys back and ask where he got your number
mad maddie:
NO!
mad maddie:
they think i’m a call girl or something. i’m totally creeped out, angela.
SnowAngel:
ok, listen. if anyone calls, DON’T pick up.
mad maddie:
i already unplugged the phone, but the voicemail’s digital and i can’t figure out how to deactivate it. what if ppl leave more messages? what’s gonna happen when my parents get home?
SnowAngel:
yr there by yourself?!!
SnowAngel:
i’m coming over. you shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.
mad maddie:
that would be really really great, actually. thanx, a.
SnowAngel:
i’m on my way!!!
    Tues, Feb 21, 10:00 PM E . S . T .
zoegirl:
how’s mads?
SnowAngel:
by the time i got over there, there were 33 voicemails for maddie. by the time i left, it’d gone up to 68, and the only reason there weren’t more was cuz the voicemail thingie *finally* got to the “this mailbox is full” level!
zoegirl:
were they all the same sort of thing?
SnowAngel:
uh huh. i plugged the phone back in so i cld listen to them—altho i NEVER answered the phone when it rang—and they said things like, “hey, baby, i’ll satisfy your every fantasy,” and “if u want someonewell-equipped, then i’m your man. gimme a ring and let’s get