The Saints

2. August 23, 12:30 a.m.

Dear Lindsey and honors,

We've decided to entertain you, well mostly entertain ourselves, with a game. All of our letters to each other can say anything, but will include one secret or lie. When we see each other, we'll have to guess who wrote it, and tell if we think it's true or not, if you get it right, we'll give you money. My dad owns two department stores so we're putting a lot of money on the table. If you get it wrong, you have to kiss the person that wrote it. Same goes for your letters to us. After this one, all the rest will be like that.

Until 12:30 a.m. August 23,
Peter and honors

What?! Oh this will start madness. I have to tell the girls! But I should wait till later when we have time to talk all together.

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First period always felt the longest, because Mr. Samson spoke so slow, and it takes him five-ever to get his point across. Just listening to him is tedious.

"Good morning....class.....today we.....will read.......pages..... Twentyyyy.......seven through 40."

We were reading The Diary of Anne Frank which I considered tedious just like Mr. Samson. I was surprised he got three words out in between pauses, truly amazing.

Nobody actually gets anything done in class, we just text, talk, and eat. We finish our work when we get back to our rooms though, just because we have lots of time on our hands, and work is never hard. Just like reading a little Anne Frank, piece of cake.

First I texted in our group message, "honors babes," that Peter and the boys all sent a letter, even more interesting than any others.

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Gracie: what did it say!!!

me: I have to read it to you guys in person, it's crazy!!

Gracie: ok!! So excited! Gotta know!!

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Gracie is defiantly the nicest one out of all of us. We all like her the most because she's so humble about her strengths, but she's not shy. Gracie is absolutely perfect it's not even fair.

Also, Gracie is always supportive. Anything you wanna do that makes you happy, she'll support you. I know this is a bad example, but if you wanted to get butt implants to look like Kimmy K, and it would make you happy, she would probably support you. That's a good reason why I can talk to her about anything, wether I sound like a slut or not, she still loves me.

My phone buzzes again.

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Ella: what kind of crazy? Like Ella crazy?;)

Gracie: St. Paul's babies tryna get spicy?!

Me: basically

Ella: What?!

Me: it's confusing, I'll explain when I can talk to all of you.

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Ella crazy, is just about as crazy as it gets here around St. Augustine's. Ella, I would say, is definitely the queen bee-ish kind of girl out of all of us. I mean, we're all pretty equal, but she's prettier, taller, skinnier, and smarter than all of us. She looks just like a Barbie doll with wavy hair. It doesn't really bother any of us unless we're around boys. This is mostly in public.