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Once Ms. George helped us, we went back to our seats. I pull out my phone. A text message notification.
Why were you at my house?
I start typing.
I saw the burn, didn't guess you would be at Aunt Lays house because of it.
I press send.
I was about to put my phone back in my pocket, it rang. Two text messages come up; I click the one with no name.
Hey, it's Areena. Address?
Dridegbridge, 34 av, 45 street.
I look at the address I gave her, guilt simmering in my guts.
Ok, see you at 6.
You too.
I smile at the text, butterflies flying in my stomach. I press the other text. All those butterflies disappear, and disgust starts swarming in.
Can't believe you're at school in August lol.
I start typing.
Can't believe you're at Aunt Lays house in August.
I snort. "Why am I writing to this dummy?"
I delete it and write another.
Don't go broke or no way out of Lays capital.
Wait 6?
No, that's close to Juliet timing... I'll ask Juliet to reschedule the date to five. It is at eight... but she has practice till six...
I pull into Areena's number and start typing.
Hey, wondering if we can reschedule it to five, I got something coming around the time.
I press send.
Sure, also where do you want to go because I have no idea where we should go?!
I smile at that and start typing.
The arcade.
Nothing wrong with the arcade.
Which one?
Skyside D Arcade at Fallen Bridge, 40 av, 50 street. It's also got a roller-skating rink
Okay see you at. What time?
5.
Oh, not a big change, I'm free.
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RHD
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