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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!
    Sun, Dec 12 , 3:30 PM E.S.T .
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!
    Mon, Dec 13 , 5:23 PM E.S.T .
zoegirl:
hey, angela. guess what happened in biology today?
SnowAngel:
what?
zoegirl:
mr. mack tripped on the smart-board cable, andhe 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
    Tues, Dec 14 , 4:09 PM E.S.T .
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
    Wed, Dec 15 , 6:59 PM E.S.T .
zoegirl:
three finals down, two to go!
SnowAngel:
zoegirl:
i hear you. it’s like, yay that we’re over half done, but the pressure’s still on.
zoegirl:
i’ve been mowing