Love Kaylee

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"To write is human, to receive a letter: Devine!"

― Susan Lendroth

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Three hours of studying for the stupid test and I've gotten nowhere. Chemistry will be the death of me. I hate that I got stuck with Mrs. Losely. She has us read and then expects us to magically get the idea.

I groan and take out my laptop. I log into a chatroom designed for kids who need help studying. It doesn't usually help because it is teens helping teens, but every once in a while it helps. I found it a couple months back when I was thinking about colleges. I want to get into Stanford. It is my dream and as a plus, it is on the other side of the country.

Three kids are on when I log in. They are talking about Algebra 2. I scoff and reply to one of their questions. Math is a piece of cake to me. I'm lucky but my mind is totally blank when it comes to anything Science related.

Joshthegreat: That didn't help at all.

Kitkat18:  Then I don't know how to help. Sry.

TheGman:  It helped me. Thx Kitkat18.

Kitkat18: I have a big Chemistry test tomorrow! I need help!

Writerboy: Me too! Chem is the worst. Especially with my teacher who sleeps the whole class.

Kitkat18: I have one of those too! They call her Mrs. Snoozly :)

Writerboy: Wait! You go to Greenland High?

Kitkat18: Yeah! Omg! You do too? That's weird.

TheGman: Okay we get it. Talk privately or something. Do you guys want help or not?

I wait for TheGman to answer the question. I wonder who Writerboy is. He has been in the chatroom a couple times and he usually answers the questions for English. I know he wants to be a writer but that's all I know. Twenty minutes later I am off the chat and studying again understanding more thanks to the chatroom. Suddenly my laptop dings for an IM. I decide that I should stop studying and rest. I turn to my laptop and there is a chat request from Writerboy. I grin and move from my desk to the bed with my laptop.

Writerboy: So who are you?

My grin drops. I do not want to tell him who I am. He might not want to talk to me if he knew I was just a nerd.

Kitkat18: I'm not telling :)

Writerboy: Okay Kitkat18 tell me something to get my mind off of Chem.

Kitkat18: When I was seven I had a goldfish that lasted a day. I cried for a week.

It was the first thing that came to my mind. I loved that fish for a whole day. I woke up and he was floating. My mom told me she wouldn't get me another one, too.

Writerboy: That's horrible! That's why I don't like pet fish.

Kitkat18: Tell me about it. Tell me about yourself. What college are you aiming for?

Writerboy: Stanford. No one knows though. My dad has "other plans for me".

Kitkat18: I want to be a lawyer. I want to be one that helps the little people. I don't care about the money. I just want to help.