“To: Jean@mail.co.uk
From: Darin@mail.co.uk
Hiya Jean,
Sorry that I haven’t answered your Email up till now. I haven’t checked my Emails yesterday so I didn’t see it.
The extra choir sessions for the main characters are always on Tuesday and Friday after school. So we’re only free on Wednesday because of the regular sessions on Monday and Thursday.
See you tomorrow then.
Bye,
Darin”
Wow! My first thought: I won’t ever delete this email! He is so kind. You realise that even in an email.
But it looks like he isn’t angry because I wrote him. I was lucky!
But if you think about it logical there would be no reason to be angry with me. Though I was still scared he would be! Even when it wouldn’t make any sense at all!
I open a blank email and start to write an answer:
“To: Darin@mail.co.uk
From: Jean@mail.co.uk
Dear Darin,
Thanks for your reply...”
What can I write him? I mean I don’t want to leave it like this because that kind of seams unfriendly to write only one sentence. Hmmm...
“...I’m really looking forward to our choir session tomorrow. It’s a pleasure to be allowed to sing with you!”
...NO! I’m deleting the last sentence. That would be a bit too directly. I can’t tell him how awesome he is. Stupid me!
O god, I’m starting to be like Vicky. She is talking about his... DARINS awesomeness nonstop!
“...I’m really looking forward to our choir session tomorrow. I really enjoy singing and singing the main voices is so much fun. What do you think about the choir so far? I mean because you have never been there before. So what do you think?
Have you ever sing in a choir before? And what else do you do in your free time?
As you already know I really love singing but I have another passion which is dancing.
See you soon!
Yours, Jean”
Oh god, what will he think of this email? He will probably tell me that he doesn’t want to talk to me about stuff like that... And that... I don’t know! I’m just cared of his answer.
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Cyber Love
RomanceI can’t! I just can’t! I’m walking up and down in my room with the telephone in my hand, ready to phone someone. I mean not just someone, someone special: Darin. I’m taking a deep breath of fresh air and I press the first number. I realise that my...
