Note between L.B. and S.P.
L.B.: So Elfbit, do you want to continue the sparkling conversation we had during lunch?
S.P.: I still disagree that ‘Murder on the Orient Express‘ is Agatha Christie’s best work. That position belongs to ‘And Then There Were None.’
L.B.: Elfbit, has anyone told you that you're one of the most bloodthirsty girls on this planet?
S.P.: They do that all the time.
L.B. : Who? Your friends? I quote 'Those idiots'?
S.P.: Yeah. They’re idiots but you can refer to them by name, you know.
L.B.: Anyway, I was thinking, do you want to hang out in the public library today after school?
S.P.: Won’t Her Majesty be upset? After all, she did stop at our table and tell you that the two of you were going to KFC after school.
L.B.: That’s exactly it. She told me. She didn’t ask. Just who does she think I am? Her slave?
S.P.: Uh, yes. Duh.
L.B.: Well, I’m not. This is a free country and I can do what I want.
S.P.: That’s not the way it works in school. She’ll take it out on me.
L.B.: Let her try. No one harms my Elfbit.
S.P.: Did you just call me your Elfbit?! I’m an independent woman and I’m not the property of any male. That kind of thinking is just sexist. I won’t come to the Library with you if you continue like this.
L.B.: Then I guess I’m stuck with Her Majesty at KFC.
S.P.: What?! No. No no no. We are so going to the Library. You’d better come with me.
L.B.: Alright, alright. Calm down. We’ll go to the library.
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Note - orious
Teen FictionShe met him in the library. They fought over a book. The Hobbit. Of all the books in the world. But something sparked among the musty pages of a quiet afternoon read....A high school romance. [Synopsis sucks. Anyone want to suggest a better one?]
