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The Letter

Hi my name is Matt Coners. I'm 16 and I go toyou're school, I'm in your English class. I I have blue eyes and black hair. Also I am really nerves to ask you so that's why I wrote you this letter. will you go out with me on Friday? if you except call me at 925-671-3489.

I smiled as I finished reading the boys letter. I have a date.

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I rushed around my room trying to get ready for my date, and although it had only been to days since I gotten the letter it felt like an eternity,

"So, what's he like?" asked my best friend Molly

"I don't know." 

"What's he look like?"

"I don't know."

"Do know anything about this guy?" she put her hands on her hips

"Other then his name his number and the fact that he goes to our school... not really." I said as I put on my cherry blossom lip pink lip gloss. Molly made a face and said,

"What if he a stoker?" she gasped "What if he's ugly?.. WHAT IF HE'S AN UGLY STOKER?!!" I laughed and slipped my feet in to my 5 inch shinny red heels. maybe 5 inches was over doing it, but hadn't been on a date in almost a year and I was existed. I fluffed my chin length curly blonde hair, as Molly worried some more, but I didn't pay attention. I looked at my smokey eyes in the mirror then turned to look at Molly. 

"Would you just shut up and be happy for me?" I laughed 

"I am happy for you."

"Then could you stop worrying, you're making me nervous. now." I spun slowly in my short strapless sparkly black dress. 

"You look..." I covered my mouth.

"I don't look like a slut do I? Oh my god I look like a slut! I'm going to change." I ran to my closet.

"No! no. you look... where are you going again?" Molly asked putting a hand on my shoulder

"We're going to the club down town." 

"Then you look fine!"