Tues, Dec 7, 1:48 PM E.S.T.
mad maddie:
hi, zo. me again. do u feel like ur being spied on?
zoegirl:
maddie, what are you doing here? this isn’t your free.
mad maddie:
peaches doesn’t care. she loves me. anywayz, the media center isn’t your own private idaho.
mad maddie:
have u told angela?
zoegirl:
no, because i’m being stalked by a deranged lunatic who thinks it’s more fun to text and make waggly eyebrows than to JUST COME OVER AND TALK TO ME.
mad maddie:
okey-doke, i’ll come over and talk to you. in a nice loud voice that everyone can hear.
zoegirl:
on second thought, don’t. i’ll tell angela as soon as i get home from school. are you satisfied? now go away. i have to finish this paper!
Tues, Dec 7, 3:45 PM E.S.T.
mad maddie:
*singsong voice* yr home from school! HAVE U TOLD HER?
zoegirl:
you’re a freak. i’m calling her right now. bye!
Tues, Dec 7, 4:12 PM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
hi, maddie. it’s me.
mad maddie:
oh really? u mean someone didn’t steal yr phone? awesome!
zoegirl:
shut up, smarty-pants.
zoegirl:
i just wanted to tell you that i called angela, just like i said i would, but i didn’t tell her about doug.
mad maddie:
omg. what’s your excuse this time?
zoegirl:
they sold the house, mads. her mom sold the house.
mad maddie:
WHAT?!!!
zoegirl:
they’re moving as soon as finals are over!!!
mad maddie:
as soon as
mad maddie:
zoe, that’s less than 2 weeks!
zoegirl:
i know
mad maddie:
i just
mad maddie:
i don’t even
mad maddie:
they’re seriously moving? this is real?
zoegirl:
angela could barely get the words out, she was crying so hard.
mad maddie:
holy fucking shit
mad maddie:
where r they gonna LIVE?
zoegirl:
the apartment mr. silver rented has three bedrooms, so they’ll join him there. i guess that was the plan all along.
zoegirl:
what are we gonna do, maddie?
mad maddie:
i have no flipping idea
mad maddie:
but for now, we better get going.
zoegirl:
where, to angela’s?
mad maddie:
where else?!
Thu, Dec 9, 9:14 PM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
hey, mads. did you read angela’s FB status? it’s so sad.
mad maddie:
i know. i was gonna txt her, but all those scowly faces made me think, “ooo, better back off.”
zoegirl:
i had the same thought, but then i realized that right now is when she needs us the most. so i called her—and she sounded *very* depressed.
mad maddie:
well, duh. she’s moving 3,000 miles away.
zoegirl:
it was like she wasn’t even angela anymore. her voice was all pale and listless, and she kept saying, “this sucks. this just totally sucks.”
mad maddie:
that’s how she was at lunch too
zoegirl:
i tried in my nicest way to suggest that being depressed isn’t gonna help anything, and she goes, “i think it’s an appropriate response, zoe.” like i was being stupid for trying to cheer her up.
mad maddie:
we shld do something fun tomorrow night. maybe that would help.
yeah, sounds good. i feel bad that i can’t do something with her tomorrow night *and* saturday night, but i’ve got to work.
mad maddie:
where u’ll c doug, nudge-nudge, wink-wink
mad maddie:
u still haven’t told angela, have u?
zoegirl:
it’s so not the point right now. it would just make her feel worse.
mad maddie:
ur playing with fire, zoe. mark my words, this is gonna come back and bite u on the ass!
Fri, Dec 10, 4:44 PM E.S.T.
mad maddie:
hey, gal. since u never decided what u wanna do tonight, zoe and i decided for u. put your party hat on … cuz we’re going BOWLING!!!
SnowAngel:
*lifts head from the depths of hell* bowling?
mad maddie:
chop-chop! if we get there early, we can beat the rush.
SnowAngel:
there’s a rush to go bowling?
mad maddie:
on a friday night? we’re talking high drama, baby. ker-ash! she scores another strike!
SnowAngel:
i haven’t gone bowling since last year when i went with doug and steve and chrissy. doug and steve slipped notes into the holes in chrissy’s ball and pretended they were from a mystery admirer, remember?
SnowAngel:
that was so fun. but nothing will ever be fun again.
mad maddie:
YES IT WILL. oh, and be sure to wear crappy shoes. don’t ask—just do it.
SnowAngel:
pardon me, but i don’t own any crappy shoes
SnowAngel:
hey, do u think doug would come with us if we called him? maybe that’s what i need to perk me up, a dose of doug-love.
mad maddie:
er … no doug. this is a girls’ night, full of bonding and wacky hijinks.
SnowAngel:
right, right
SnowAngel:
but i have been thinking … maybe, before i leave, i’ll give doug something to remember me by. *wink, wink* he’s certainly waited for it long enough.
mad maddie:
angela, no
SnowAngel:
why? it would be the thrill of his life.
mad maddie:
bad idea. trust me.
SnowAngel:
yeah, i guess it wouldn’t be fair. *sigh*
mad maddie:
that’s right. leave the poor guy alone.
SnowAngel:
altho who said love was fair? and long-distance relationships CAN work, u know …
mad maddie:
FORGET ABOUT DOUG
mad maddie:
now go dig thru your closet and find your rattiest sneaks. i’m coming to pick u up!
Sat, Dec 11, 10:00 AM E.S.T.
SnowAngel:
morning, zo
zoegirl:
morning, angela. are you wearing your super-duper very own pair of official bowling shoes?
SnowAngel:
at ten in the morning? i’m in my bunny slippers, sweetheart.
SnowAngel:
but yeah, i’ve got them right here beside me. *pats hideous bowling shoes lovingly* i didn’t think we were gonna have fun … but we did, didn’t we?
zoegirl:
especially when you threw your ball into that truck driver’s lane. (snicker, snicker)
SnowAngel:
he could have been MUCH more understanding. it’s not like i meant to.
zoegirl:
and then you knocked over his beer when you went to reclaim it, ya big klutz.
zoegirl:
poor guy!
SnowAngel:
poor me! i’m under a lot of stress, zoe. i’m leaving in 6 days!!!
zoegirl:
what i don’t get is why you just didn’t tell the truck driver guy that you spilled his beer, instead of leaving it glopped on the floor in a puddle. if you’d cleaned it up right then, nothing else would h
ave happened.
SnowAngel:
i didn’t tell him cuz i didn’t want him yelling at me again. duh!
zoegirl:
and that strategy sure worked
SnowAngel:
it’s not MY fault. who knew beer was so sticky?
zoegirl:
and who knew our truck driver friend would attempt his patented foot-slide approach right after stepping smack into it?
SnowAngel:
i think he needs to alter his diet. a slimmer man wouldn’t have fallen so hard.
zoegirl:
too many cheese fries
SnowAngel:
at least it caused a distraction as we stole our shoes. frankly, zo, i’m still surprised you went along with it.
zoegirl:
the operative word is “trade,” angela. we gave them a more than fair trade.
SnowAngel:
in your case, maybe. i gave them a pair of chrissy’s old tap shoes from when she used to take lessons.
zoegirl:
um, angela? why did u just insert a pirate smiley?
SnowAngel:
i dunno. cuz it’s cute?
zoegirl:
you’re such a goof
zoegirl:
so what are you doing for the rest of the day?
SnowAngel:
i’m PACKING. how’s that for a mood kill?
zoegirl:
oh, angela
SnowAngel:
come keep me company, please-please-pleasy-please?
zoegirl:
sure, only i have to go to work at 5:00. and at some point, i should probably study for finals.
SnowAngel:
finals. *vomit*
SnowAngel:
there is no way i can be expected to study when my whole life is being ripped apart.
zoegirl:
maybe we can study together after i help u pack.
SnowAngel:
just come over. i don’t care what we do, as long as i’m not alone!
Sun, Dec 12, 3:30 PM E.S.T.
mad maddie:
hey, a-boogie
SnowAngel:
hey, m-boogie
SnowAngel:
how long r u gonna stay on this “boogie” kick?
mad maddie:
for-boogie-ever. got a problem wid dat?
SnowAngel:
ur a freak
SnowAngel:
so wazzup?
mad maddie:
nothing, just procrastinating. i SHLD be studying, but let’s just say i’m not.
mad maddie:
wanna go get krispy kremes?
SnowAngel:
heck yeah!
mad maddie:
boogie-licious!
Mon, Dec 13, 5:23 PM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
hey, angela. guess what happened in biology today?
SnowAngel:
what?
zoegirl:
mr. mack tripped on the smart-board cable, and he went down hard. he hit his head on his desk and ended up with a gash from his eyebrow to his hairline. blood. everywhere. it was crazy.
SnowAngel:
poor mr. mack!
zoegirl:
he’s okay. head wounds bleed a lot even when they’re pretty minor, he said. but for the rest of the period (after taping a paper towel bandage to his head with masking tape), he pretended to have amnesia. every time someone asked a question about our exam, he’d be like, “what’s your name again?”
SnowAngel:
that’s gonna be me at my stupid new school. i won’t know a single person’s name except stupid glendy.
SnowAngel:
i wish I’D get clonked on my head—at least then i’d be put out of my misery.
zoegirl:
angela!
zoegirl:
i told you about mr. mack to cheer you up, not make you more depressed!
SnowAngel:
oh
SnowAngel:
well … ha
zoegirl:
that wasn’t very convincing
SnowAngel:
HAHAHAHAHA
SnowAngel:
was that better?
zoegirl:
er, thanks for trying
SnowAngel:
yeah, u too
Tues, Dec 14, 4:09 PM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
i can’t believe finals start tomorrow—help!
SnowAngel:
which means only 3 more days until … never mind.
zoegirl:
i know
zoegirl:
that’s all i can think about, even though i’ve *got* to focus on studying.
SnowAngel:
there’s no way i’m getting any studying done. i’ve just accepted it.
SnowAngel:
sorry i’m typing so slow, btw. i cut my thumb on the packing tape dispenser, and the band-aid’s making things tricky.
zoegirl:
that’s okay
SnowAngel:
ms. higgins gave us the question for our take-home essay. wanna hear it?
zoegirl:
sure
SnowAngel:
it’s awful. it’s like she WANTS to torture me, as if that was her evil plan. “using any three works of literature from this semester, discuss the following quote: ‘home is where the heart is.’ support your position with examples.”
zoegirl:
oh man
SnowAngel:
i know
SnowAngel:
hey zo … do u ever just feel sad for no reason?
zoegirl:
i do, yeah.
SnowAngel:
me too
SnowAngel:
*sigh*
SnowAngel:
guess my bracelet didn’t work, huh?
zoegirl:
what bracelet?
zoegirl:
oh, your “believe” bracelet
SnowAngel:
i kept thinking that maybe this was all a joke, that maybe it would all go away. i’ve been closing my eyes and rubbing the “believe” part, as if my wish might actually come true. isn’t that stupid?
zoegirl:
not stupid at all. i wish it *would* come true.
SnowAngel:
oh well
zoegirl:
i don’t want u to move, angela.
SnowAngel:
me neither
Wed, Dec 15, 6:59 PM E.S.T.
zoegirl:
three finals down, two to go!
SnowAngel:
zoegirl:
i hear you. it’s like, yay that we’re over half done, but the pressure’s still on.
zoegirl:
i’ve been mowing my way through my mongo bag of snack-size snickers, which i convinced my mom i have to have in order to study. i don’t know how it started, but now every year at exam time she stocks up on snickers and coke.
SnowAngel:
while my mom, on the other hand, asks questions like, “have u cleaned out your closet yet? the moving truck will be here tomorrow afternoon, u know.”
zoegirl:
do you have to be there for that? because maddie and i want to take you out, since it’s your … you know.
SnowAngel:
since it’s my last night in atlanta?
zoegirl:
yeah. we want to spend every minute we can with you.
SnowAngel:
at least someone does.
SnowAngel:
other than you two, do you know that hardly ANYONE has acted the slightest bit devastated that i’m moving? they act sad for like a second, and then they’re all, “omg, have u finished your take-home yet? have u memorized the formulas for chemistry?”
zoegirl:
people just don’t know how to handle it, angela. everyone hates it that you’re leaving.
SnowAngel:
it’s like when u get a haircut and u go to school all self-conscious
and waiting for ppl to comment on it, and then no one notices at all. that’s what it’s gonna be like when i’m gone.
zoegirl:
not for us, angela
zoegirl:
you will leave a hole the size of france.
Wed, Dec 15, 7:12 PM E.S.T.
SnowAngel:
me again. my mom says it’s fine if i go out with u guys tomorrow night. she said she already assumed that’s what i’d be doing.