Okay, I've made it through the day. All I have left is math class, i can do this. I still haven't texted Chris back because I still don't know what to say. I walk into class and sit down. You can do this Cindy, just focus on the inequalities. But just when I thought I would actually focus on math, he walked in. I totally forgot he was in this class. Okay, this is awkward. Wait, I haven't texted him back! That means, if I'm lucky, he still has no idea I'm his stupid mystery girl. Perfect!
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Its about halfway though math and I start to zone out, which means I start to think about Chris. Why am I making this such a big deal anyway, I mean Chris isn't making it a big deal. Otherwise he would have texted me again, right? Just then the teacher stops the lesson and the room got quiet.
"Mr. Hansen, I don't allow electronic devises in my classroom, please put it away," he groans.
"Oh, sorry sir," Chris mumbles behind me. And just like that the class went back to the lesson.
Wait, hold up, was Chris looking at his phone? Is he waiting for a reply? Is this whole thing that important to him? No Cindy, get your head out of the clouds, people use their phones in class all the time. BUT what if he was waiting for a reply. Oh God. I have to do something about this. If not for Chris, at least for my own sanity.
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At the end of the period I pack up my books and head out of the class. I rush all the way to my locker to meet Lea.
"Hey, I need your help." I said in a hushed tone.
"What's up?" Lea questions in her perky mood.
"I need to figure out how to respond to Chris," I stated.
"You are actually going to text him back?!? OMG this is so exciting!"
"Yeah, so what should I say?" She thought for a minute, and then she beamed with excitement.
"Set up a meeting place! Ooh it could be so cute! You could come in a mask and then take it off and he'll be blown away." She squealed.
"You sure thats a good idea?" I asked skeptically.
"Oh course!! Hum? Where should you meet him?" She began to think again, "Ooh, I know! The cafe down on main street thats a cute little place!"
"You're completely sure about this?"
"Yes!"
I contemplated on how I what I was going to write until I settled for: _Hey. if you want to talk, meet me at the cafe in town. this afternoon at 3:30_
My thumb hovered over the send button until it just fell and the message was sent.
Oh, I hope I'm not making a mistake.
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A Cindy Story
RomanceAnother Cinderella Story? Not exactly. There are no fairy godmothers, magic spells, castles, princes, or talking mice. It's just the story of a teen girl named Cindy and her daily battles between her three step-sisters and one nasty step-mother...