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Show Inside Out, 67 "I said it was OK," I said. And I went to my room and slammed the door. I wouldn't even be able to get to the library later tonight because the library closed early on Friday nights. But it killed me to wait until then to tell Joseph why I was never going to be able to "befriend" Terra. I decided to write him an e-mail. I could save it as a draft and then send it when I finally got to the library. From: Andli <Charcoalchic@vahoo.com> To: Joseph <desertsageJoseph@yahoo.com> I think ifs pretty nasty of you to bribe me like this. It doesn't seem right I'm not ready to commit to trying to be Terra's friend. Mostly because I think ifs probably impossible. But I'm not saying no yet But you've got to know how crazy it is. I dont know how well you can see whaf s going on with her, or what my lite is like, but ifs pretty clear that I'm probably the last person in the universe that she would like to have as a friend. So I think you'd better give me some suggestions. And besides that you need to tell me more about what I'm dealing with. Like whaf s bugging her. Is it something to do with you? Why are you dead? Whaf s the rest of your family like? Can you tell me anything that will help me? Sounds of scrabbling at the front door told me that Paul was home. I hit "Send" out of habit, forgetting that I couldn't send to Joseph unless I was at the library. The e-mail seemed to go through just fine! It ended up being a good thing that Leslie had made me stay home, because it wasn't until an hour after she left that I remembered that my application to the Academy had to be postmarked today. I printed up the two more poems I had managed to crank out over the last few days and printed out the postage from the internet. Then I made Paul walk down the block with me to the public mailbox with the late pick-up. I wondered how good the poems were that Terra was sending in. |