Free TTFN by Lauren Myracle

maddie:
but i do want u to swear to me that u’ll straighten this whole mess out, mmmkay?
zoegirl:
fine. i will, i really will.
mad maddie:
when?
zoegirl:
tomorrow, i promise
mad maddie:
i’m doing this for your own good!
    Tues, Dec 7, 9:09 AM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
dude! i know yr in class, but i’m bored!
zoegirl:
maddie, go away
mad maddie:
if you want me to go away, why’d you respond?
zoegirl:
because my phone’s on vibrate. otherwise i wouldn’t have.
mad maddie:
ooo, vibrate. is it as good as your special chair?
zoegirl:
mad maddie:
have u told angela about doug?
zoegirl:
not yet
mad maddie:
u better!
    Tues, Dec 7 , 10:53 AM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
how about now? have u told her by now?
zoegirl:
stop texting me during class!
mad maddie:
so u haven’t?
zoegirl:
ms. aiken is staring. i’m turning you off.
    Tues, Dec 7 , 1:48 PM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
hi, zo. me again. do u feel like ur being spied on?
zoegirl:
maddie, what are you doing here? this isn’t your free.
mad maddie:
peaches doesn’t care. she loves me. anywayz, the media center isn’t your own private idaho.
mad maddie:
have u told angela?
zoegirl:
no, because i’m being stalked by a deranged lunatic who thinks it’s more fun to text and make waggly eyebrows than to JUST COME OVER AND TALK TO ME.
mad maddie:
okey-doke, i’ll come over and talk to you. in a nice loud voice that everyone can hear.
zoegirl:
on second thought, don’t. i’ll tell angela as soon as i get home from school. are you satisfied? now go away. i have to finish this paper!
    Tues, Dec 7 , 3:45 PM E.S.T .
mad maddie:
*singsong voice* yr home from school! HAVE U TOLD HER?
zoegirl:
you’re a freak. i’m calling her right now. bye!
    Tues, Dec 7 , 4:12 PM E.S.T .
zoegirl:
hi, maddie. it’s me.
mad maddie:
oh really? u mean someone didn’t steal yr phone? awesome!
zoegirl:
shut up, smarty-pants.
zoegirl:
i just wanted to tell you that i called angela, just like i said i would, but i didn’t tell her about doug.
mad maddie:
omg. what’s your excuse this time?
zoegirl:
they sold the house, mads. her mom sold the house.
mad maddie:
WHAT?!!!
zoegirl:
they’re moving as soon as finals are over!!!
mad maddie:
as soon as
mad maddie:
zoe, that’s less than 2 weeks!
zoegirl:
i know
mad maddie:
i just
mad maddie:
i don’t even
mad maddie:
they’re seriously moving? this is real?
zoegirl:
angela could barely get the words out, she was crying so hard.
mad maddie:
holy fucking shit
mad maddie:
where r they gonna LIVE?
zoegirl:
the apartment mr. silver rented has three bedrooms, so they’ll join him there. i guess that was the plan all along.
zoegirl:
what are we gonna do, maddie?
mad maddie:
i have no flipping idea
mad maddie:
but for now, we better get going.
zoegirl:
where, to angela’s?
mad maddie:
where else?!
    Thu, Dec 9 , 9:14 PM E.S.T .
zoegirl:
hey, mads. did you read angela’s FB status? it’s so sad.
mad maddie:
i know. i was gonna txt her, but all those scowly faces made me think, “ooo, better back off.”
zoegirl:
i had the same thought, but then i realized that right now is when she needs us the most. so i called her—and she sounded *very* depressed.
mad maddie:
well, duh. she’s moving 3,000 miles away.
zoegirl:
it was like she wasn’t even angela anymore. her voice was all pale and listless, and she kept saying, “this sucks. this just totally sucks.”
mad maddie:
that’s how she was at lunch too
zoegirl:
i tried in my nicest way to suggest that being depressed isn’t gonna help anything, and she goes, “i think it’s an appropriate response, zoe.” like i was being stupid for trying to cheer her up.
mad maddie:
we shld do something fun tomorrow night. maybe that would help.
zoegirl:
yeah, sounds good. i feel bad that i can’t do something with her tomorrow night *and* saturday night, but i’ve got to work.
mad maddie:
where