"I said knock it off!" my mom screamed from downstairs. I swear, I can't even play my own music in this house. I turned my radio off and plopped down onto my bed. Beside me, my phone buzzed as my friend Taylor texted me for the fifteenth time today. "Please don't be about Peter, please don't be about Peter..." I said to myself as I picked it up. Peter is Taylor's
boyfriend of 3 months, and all she does is talk about him. I want to be a supportive friend, but how can I, when all I hear is how hot Peter is, or what Peter did in bio today, or what Peter's view is on world hunger? I looked down, not surprised by what I read:
Tay: OMG!! Pete made Mr. Stevens laugh 2day!! Lol it was gr8
Me: Wow.. Interesting. Hey, can I copy your lab notes?
Tay: Uh..sure. R u just gonna completely ignore wat I said?
Me: Look tay, I'm happy 4 u, really. But sometimes I don't want 2 hear about Peter every second of everyday...
Tay: oh.. Uhm. Ok. Yeah I understand..
Me: I'm sorry tay..
Tay: read 12:39am
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Teen FictionTexting is such a huge part of our lives. But what'll happen when that's taken away from us? What would happen if the last text you sent, was the last one you'll ever send?
