L8r, G8r by Lauren Myracle Read Free Book Online Page B

14, 5:02 PM E . S . T .
mad maddie:
happy valentine’s day, zo! wasn’t that sweet what the senior guys did?
zoegirl:
soooo sweet. totally sweet!
mad maddie:
i wonder who came up with it? can you imagine a bunch of guys sitting around and one of them saying, “hey, here’s a thought: let’s deliver a bag of candy hearts to every girl in the senior class!”
zoegirl:
what *i* can’t believe is that doug managed to keep it a secret from me. he told me later that he made sure my bag had extra candy, though. because he is a big sweetie.
mad maddie:
how’d the big sweetie like his unicycle?
zoegirl:
he’s out in my backyard right now, trying to get the hang of it. i can see him clinging to a tree branch, attempting to get his balance.
mad maddie:
ha
mad maddie:
what’d he get u?
zoegirl:
a pair of hand-crafted earrings from somalia. he bought them when they docked there and saved them all this time. they’re gorgeous.
mad maddie:
uh huh. well, isn’t that nice.
mad maddie:
wanna know what i got for v-day? go ahead. ask.
zoegirl:
uh oh …
mad maddie:
A FRICKIN EMAIL CHAIN LETTER! FROM GLENDY!!!
zoegirl:
oh no! what did this 1 say?
mad maddie:
the subject line was “have a heart” (cuz it’s v-day, get it?) and the message said, “hi, i am a 29-yr-old father whose baby has some terrible gut-wrenching disease. please forward this to your 2 million closest friends, cuz if you do then we’ll get 32 cents a message and we can pay for our poor baby’s operation.” it ends with, “if you delete this … you seriously don’t have a heart.”
zoegirl:
ouch
zoegirl:
you deleted it, didn’t you?
mad maddie:
on the bottom was a picture of a naked baby, butt in the air. there was a ribbon wrapped around the baby with a tag that said “from god.”
zoegirl:
oh no!
mad maddie:
yr laffing, aren’t u?
zoegirl:
i just think it’s hysterical that you get chain letter thingies from glendy and you actually read them. you get what you deserve.
mad maddie:
gee, thx for your sympathy
zoegirl:
i get glendy’s emails too, but they go straight to “junk” and i delete them. i don’t understand why you don’t.
mad maddie:
i dunno, cuz i’m perversely curious to c what horror she’s dredged up next?
zoegirl:
then you can’t complain about them.
mad maddie:
yes i can. that’s the whole point.
zoegirl:
maybe she’ll apply to santa cruz, since she’s in-state. maybe you guys can room together.
mad maddie:
should i kill myself now?
mad maddie:
one of these days i’m gonna write her back. i’m just waiting for the right moment.
zoegirl:
be sure to tell me when you do. *that* i want to see.
zoegirl:
hey, have you heard from angela? i called her, but she didn’t pick up—probably she’s with logan. he found me today after french and told me he’s got some great surprise for her. he was verrrrrrrry excited.
mad maddie:
oh man
mad maddie:
you know she wants to break up with him, right?
zoegirl:
WHAT?
zoegirl:
why???
mad maddie:
cuz she finally admitted that he’s more like a brother than a lover. ooo, that would make a good country song, wldn’t it?
zoegirl:
but that’s not true! if you’d seen them on saturday … she sure wasn’t *kissing* him like a brother!
mad maddie:
cuz she was faking, and deep down you know it. you just want her to be in love with logan so that angela and logan can be twinsies with you and doug.
zoegirl:
that’s ridiculous
mad maddie:
plus it made it easier for you to blow off those rumors, cuz if she was firmly with logan then of course she wasn’t flirting with your bf.
zoegirl:
oh god, maddie
zoegirl:
you should have seen logan when he was telling me about her v-day surprise. he was like, “she likes blue, doesn’t she? i know pink’s her favorite color, but pink wasn’t an option. but blue’s good too, don’t