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                        [[ L E V I ]]

        When Wren e-mailed me that she forgave me, I was ecstatic and I'd e-mailed her back in such a rush of euphoria. That feeling ended when she never replied. I had decided not to push my luck in hopes she would come around on her own [ I'm pretty much irresistable, so it shouldn't take long ] but I did end up picking up a little gift for her on my way to school this morning.

From: LDSport13@hotmail.com

Sent: Monday, January 19, 2015 6:22 AM

To: ReadWriteSleep@yahoo.com

Subject: hi

        good morning, baby girl.

        hope your day goes swimmingly ;)

        I pull up to her school, the bag in my hand and fifty minutes to spare before school starts. Since Winston, Wren's school, has the same layout as Jefferson, my school, I find the office fairly easily. I make my way up to one of the office ladies, smiling kindly at her. "Hello." I grin, flashing her one of my charming smiles.

        She peers up at me from her chair and smiles, readusting her glasses. "What can I do for ya, sweetie?" She asks, Southern accent clear in her small, kind voice.

        "I'm Levi Donovan, I go to Jefferson just a few blocks from here and I was assigned to do this 'project' for journalism with a student from Winston. I have become very fond of this girl," I pause to notice the small elderly starting up at me with a mischevious glint in her eyes, causing myself to blush. "So, I bought her this, as an inside joke and to make up for the fact that I've made her a little mad at me lately. I was just wondering if this could be delivered to her? I know her first name and what period she has journalism so maybe you could help me out and find her schedule? If that wouldn't be too much of a bother?" I finish politely, shifting back and forth on the balls of my feet.

        The office lady, Doris as her nametag reads, pauses to take in my ramble of explaination before smiling softly with a nod. "Alright, dear." Doris starts, hands at the ready hovering over her keyboard. "Lay it on me."

        "Wren. W - r - e - n. She has Journalism fourth period." I say hopefully. "Can I-I use a piece of memo paper and a pen? I didn't have time to write a note." I blush.

        Doris nods, placing the memo pad and pen in front of me silently whilst printing out what I'm guessing to be Wren's schedule.

        I take the pen in my right hand, shakily starting this long apolgetic confession with the classic 'Dear Wren.'

        I write for what seems like eternity, finally dropping the pen when I've filled three memo sheets, front and back, with my tiniest handwriting. I check my watch, seeing twenty minutes before school starts. I stand back, briefly rereading my letter before folding the three layers in half in order and placing it in the bag.

        Doris smiles at me, leaning forward to whisper, "Sweetie, I know you're not allowed to see your assignment partner but I've already notified her homeroom teacher and you can sit over there to see a glimpse of Wren. I think you'll be most pleased." She winks, handing me a late slip to give to my homeroom teacher in case I'm late when I drive over to Jefferson.

        I flush, trying not to seem too excited as I stiffly nod and take a seat in the waiting chairs, trying to look inconspicuous by grabbing a book from my backpack. Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, as per suggested by Wren.