Chapter Five

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I can't believe that it's already nine! I have probably three hours of work to do, at least. I get started when yet again, my thoughts are interrupted, but this time it's my computer making noises. I check it and it says that I have a new email. That's odd, I never get emails. I open it up and it's from the school. I don't know who I thought would be emailing me. Jacob has a girlfriend and isn't interested in me, and my best friend, Katalina, doesn't own an email.

It read,

Dear Student Body,

We are very excited about the upcoming prom! Considering it is currently Wednesday night, we wanted to send out a reminder to everyone. Prom is this Friday night from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. at the community center. Formal attire is much appreciated. Hope to see you there!

~School Board

I read through the email a few more times before deleting it. I hate prom. You always have to dress up. Don't get me wrong! I think that dressing up is kinda fun, but I don't have enough money to get a nice prom dress that only I would have. Not to mention a date.

If my dad had a better job and we weren't close to being broke, I would totally just ask him for some money. But that's not going to happen. My dad isn't patient enough to go dress shopping with me.

I close out of my email and start working on my homework again. I'm usually a plesant student, but I just can't seem to focus tonight. It's been a really weird day.

As I start to put my Science book away I see something sticking out the edge. A note. I open it up and see that Katalina wrote it. I opened it up.

Hey Iz. I just wanted to warn you that your crush, Jacob, has a new girlfriend...and his girlfriend is Sopia. I just found out in Biology so I wrote this note for you because last week you told me that you wanted to talk to him. I don't want you to end up in a fight with Sophia. See ya later.

Kat

Smiling, I fold the note back up and put it in my BFF stash. My BFF stash is in a container with things that Katalina has given me, made with me, or that reminds me of her. She has one too. We made them six years ago when we became best friends.

As I trek back to my desk, I slowly continue on my homework.


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