I call the number.
"Um, hello?" I mumble.
"Adrian Holder," comes the reply, your voice low and warm.
"I'm Angie," I say, my voice airy.
"I know."
Silence.
"So, tell me about yourself," you laugh quietly.
"I don't know anything about you,"
"Hm. Where do you live?"
"On campus," The campus was tiny, but for some reason had a dorm crammed into it.
"7:30," you decide. "I'll be there."
It was a school night.
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When I'm Gone
Teen Fiction"Sorry," I muttered as I bumped into a big, burly guy. "Watch it, new girl," he glared at me, then continued down the corridor. So much people. I was perfectly fine at Norton High. So much people. Did I mention the strangers? Expect very short chapt...
