I feel something. I found her. Her name is Amanda.
"What's your phone number?" she finally asks. "912-596-****" I say fluttering. "Let's hang out. Wensday?"I smurk. "Okay."
That night I call her. I look over at the clock that reads 11:43. I still do it.She picks up. "Hey. What was our literature homework?" I say. "Landon, we don't take literature together. Unless Literature's real name is an excuse to call me." I laugh. "That sounds firmiliar." She sounds serious now. "My mom wants to met you. Then we can hang out." "Tommorow is fine" "k."
