Chapter Nine

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The next time I wrote to Zack, I meant business.

"Listen, Zack,

I know your phone is working. It's really bothering me how you lied to me. I want to know why you did. It hurt my feelings a lot. I also know what you have an Instagram too. What's going on, Zack?!"

That was all I scribbled down on the green pastel paper. Now, I just needed a reply.
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Our letters were stacked up on Mrs. Lynch's desk the following Friday afternoon. The anticipation was killing me. I had to discover what Zack was hiding from me. It was going too far.
I tore through the bundle of envelopes until I found mine. I reefed it open and read it quickly.

"Maddie,

I'm sorry about telling you my phone wasn't working. It is. I told you that because my girlfriend, Kalani, doesn't want me to text you. Let's meet up next Sunday, Chicks And Chips at midday. See you there!"

Was all it read. Kalani? Kalani Hilliker? She was the most popular girl in town, but also the meanest! She goes to our school which is the worst part. One time, she spilled tea all over me in the canteen. Kalani also stole my homework from geography and copied all of the answers. I still don't know how she got hold of my notebook. She handed it back to me later that day with a big smirk plastered onto her face. Shoving the note into my back pocket, I stormed to the top of the room to retrieve some paper and scribble out a note. Not a letter, a note.

"Fine, see you there. We need to talk."
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On Monday, I was simply cleaning out my locker before lunch, when the queen bee came strutting towards me. "Hi, Maddie! I hate your outfit! Maybe this'll make it look better!" Kalani enthusiastically chimes. The big, bad witch slammed a blue coloured balloon against my chest. The water pours out and causes me to shriek at the explosion. "Stay away from my fella," she devilishly whispered. It didn't just sound like a warning. It sounded like a death threat! I scrambled for words, but I found nothing that was grammar appropriate for this sticky, or should I say wet, situation.

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