SnowAngel:
anyway, i hoped… i dunno. i hoped that when he heard my voice, he’d remember all the fun we’d had and he’d want to get back together.
SnowAngel:
but there was just this really long silence, and then he said, “i’m confused. did u want something?”
SnowAngel:
so don’t u have a response?
SnowAngel:
maddie!!!
SnowAngel:
MADDIE, WHERE DID YOU GO?
mad maddie:
i’m here, sorry. just watching an episode of “family guy”
SnowAngel:
while i pour out my heart to you???
mad maddie:
it’s called multitasking, and all i can say is, rob’s an asshole
SnowAngel:
i know, but i miss him anyway. it just hurts, maddie.
SnowAngel:
why do these things always happen to ME?
mad maddie:
that, dearest angela, is a very good question.
Mon, Oct 11, 7:56 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
i miss rob
zoegirl:
i know. poor angela.
SnowAngel:
do u think i should call him? i called him once already—actually twice—but our convo was kinda weird. maybe i should call him again to straighten things out.
zoegirl:
i don’t know, angela. maybe you should wait and talk to him at school.
SnowAngel:
but he never does talk to me! he practically runs down the hall every time he sees me!
zoegirl:
well… doesn’t that tell u something?
zoegirl:
i don’t mean to be harsh
SnowAngel:
fine. screw him. HE’S the one missing out, not me.
zoegirl:
so true. be strong!
Tues, Oct 12, 5:23 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
maddie, u r in big trouble!
SnowAngel:
it was downright chilly walking home from school today—i’m talking serious nipple weather—but i guess u wouldn’t know since u were snug and warm IN YOUR CAR. did u sneak off to meet ian? hmm? is that why u forgot to pick me up, cuz u wanted some more of his sweet loving?
mad maddie:
Angela? This is Madigan’s mother. My phone’s battery died, and I needed to check if one of my stocks had gone down.
SnowAngel:
oh, ok. i’m really sorry.
mad maddie:
Is there something I should know about Madigan and Ian?
SnowAngel:
no! i was just joking around. i’ll get off now, ok?
mad maddie:
ha ha, gotcha.
SnowAngel:
shit, maddie! *tries to stop hyperventilating*
mad maddie:
don’t worry, the moms could never use my phone. she doesn’t know my password.
SnowAngel:
U SUCK!!!
mad maddie:
did u like the correct punctuation, tho? that was a nice touch, i think.
SnowAngel:
u r a total poopyhead and i hate u.
SnowAngel:
so why DID u forget me?! i waited for 20 minutes and u never showed up!
mad maddie:
hey, now. i was there at 4 o’clock sharp. U were the one who didn’t show.
SnowAngel:
what? i stopped by the auditorium to find out about drama club sign-up, and then i came right to the parking lot. i was there by 4:05 at the latest.
mad maddie:
well… in that case… sorry. i’d told jana i’d give her a ride too, and she kinda wanted to get going.
SnowAngel:
EXCUSE me?
mad maddie:
i ran into her after last period. she lives sorta near me, u know.
SnowAngel:
i can’t believe u ditched me to give jana whitaker a ride!
mad maddie:
don’t have a cow. god.
SnowAngel:
think about it, maddie. first u treat jana like she’s the anti-christ, and now all of a sudden—snap!—ur her chauffeur? and not only that, but ur driving HER instead of ME?
mad maddie:
angela, u live five blocks from school. u walk home every day of yr life.
SnowAngel:
that is so not the point and u know it.
mad maddie:
she needed a ride
SnowAngel:
and out of all the ppl in the world, U had to give her one?
mad maddie:
not that many sophomores have cars. i do.
SnowAngel:
omg, ur a car snob! u’ve had your license for four days and ur already a car snob!
mad maddie:
this is stupid. do u have anything important to say, or did u just wanna rag on me some more?
SnowAngel:
*lifts eyebrows*
mad maddie:
whatevs. i’ll give rides to whoever i want, so i wish u wldn’t try to guilt-trip me.
SnowAngel:
fine, i won’t!
Tues, Oct 12, 5:45 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
i am so pissed at maddie. wanna know why?
SnowAngel:
she gave jana whitaker a ride home instead of me. can u believe that? i was five minutes late to the parking lot, *maybe* ten, and she left without me!
zoegirl:
well, at least u live close to school.
SnowAngel:
but zoe! she left cuz jana told her to, and then she acted like it was no big deal. like it was my problem for getting bent out of shape.
SnowAngel:
jana’s buddying up to maddie and making her feel cool, and maddie’s totally falling for it. it’s sickening.
zoegirl:
maybe jana had an appointment or something. maybe she had to get home by a certain time.
SnowAngel:
that makes no sense. if jana had anything important to get to, her mom would have picked her up, not maddie.
zoegirl:
i guess. yeah, you’re right.
zoegirl:
hey, want to come with me to the junkman’s daughter?
SnowAngel:
isn’t that a thrift shop? u know i have polyester issues, zoe.
zoegirl:
i just want a good pair of jeans, some really soft, beat-up ones.
SnowAngel:
what for?
zoegirl:
uh… to wear? i’m going to a wellspring party this friday. mr. h is going to be there.
SnowAngel:
ohhhhhhh. sure, i’ll meet you there.
SnowAngel:
at least i know u’ll actually show, unlike SOME ppl i know.
Thu, Oct 14, 10:02 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
oh man. oh man, oh man, oh man.
zoegirl:
hi, angela. “oh man” what?
SnowAngel:
u know how i said i needed a distraction to help me get over rob? well, welcome to recovery, baby, cuz distraction has arrived.
zoegirl:
does this mean—let me just make a wild guess here—that u’ve found a new crush?
SnowAngel:
it is SUCH a relief to be moving on, i can’t even tell u.
zoegirl:
who’s the lucky fella?
SnowAngel:
his name’s ben. he’s helping out with drama club, and i swear, zo, he is every kinda hot.
zoegirl:
tell me more.
SnowAngel:
*drools* i think about rob now, and i don’t know what i ever saw in him. i mean, sometimes i even wonder if i was just in love with the idea of being in love, u know?
zoegirl:
you don’t say
SnowAngel:
but ben. *swoon*
SnowAngel:
he’s a drama major at georgia state, and he’s getting course credit for being our assistant director. he’s got curly brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes.
SnowAngel:
he’s got the tiniest bit of a potbelly, but on him it’s really cute.
zoegirl:
SnowAngel:
but u wanna know what i really like about him? how intense he is—like he’s thinking all these profound thoughts. he’s so much more mature than high school guys.
zoegirl:
is he going to work with the drama club for the whole semester?
SnowAngel:
uh huh. he talked to us today about the play we’re putting on—which is “The Crucible”—and he said that creating art is the most important thing we can ever do. it was so inspiring.
zoegirl:
are you trying out for a role?
SnowAngel:
hell no, i signed up to do makeup. but that’s art too, zoe.
zoegirl:
i know. i think that’s great.
SnowAngel:
i’m sooooooo excited. it feels good to have something to be psyched about.
zoegirl:
have u told maddie?
SnowAngel:
no
zoegirl:
why not? ur not still mad at her, r u?
SnowAngel:
u saw her today, laughing at everything jana said. and i HATE that new expression she has. u know the one i’m talking about, right?
zoegirl:
um. no comment.
SnowAngel:
me: “so maddie, what’d ya think of that geometry test?” maddie: “tits, man. i totally aced it.”
SnowAngel:
me: “aw, katie’s wearing the cutest skirt! i love it!” maddie: “tits. nice skirt, katie!”
SnowAngel:
*rolls eyes and vomits*
zoegirl:
i called her an hour ago to talk about our piano lessons, because mrs. lynch is out of town. i asked if she’d gotten the message, and she was like, “so i don’t have to go to my lesson?” and then… yeah. she used her new expression. HATE it.
SnowAngel:
have u heard jana call her “the madster” yet?
zoegirl:
oh no!
SnowAngel:
and maddie calls her “the janster.” *vomits some more*
zoegirl:
ack
SnowAngel:
at least she hasn’t invited jana on our road trip—which actually is kinda amazing.
zoegirl:
oh baloney. jana may be the flavor of the week, but maddie knows who her real friends are.
SnowAngel:
i hope so
SnowAngel:
speaking of the road trip, i broached the topic with my mom, just in a breezy, chatty kinda way, and she said it sounded fun. now i just have to tell her that we seriously wanna go—not hypothetically, but for real.
zoegirl:
that’s pretty much where i am too.
zoegirl:
actually, that’s not true. i keep MEANING to bring it up, but then i get scared about my mom’s reaction and i wimp out.
SnowAngel:
zoe! u HAVE to. thanksgiving break’s not that far away!
zoegirl:
i know, i know
SnowAngel:
did u wash your new jeans to get rid of that funky smell?
zoegirl:
i did. they’re perfect. i thought about patching the hole in the knee, but i decided not to.
SnowAngel:
sexy miss zoe, stepping out in her sexy new jeans. *prances down the catwalk*
zoegirl:
shut up. i just want to look decent, that’s all. not all nerdy like i normally do.
SnowAngel:
u don’t look nerdy!
zoegirl:
well, boring then. i definitely look boring.
zoegirl:
hey, want to come home with me tomorrow and do my makeup for the wellspring party?
SnowAngel:
u mean it?! ur finally gonna let me give u a makeover? *jumps up and down and squeals*
zoegirl:
only if you promise not to go crazy.
SnowAngel:
ooo, this is gonna be fabulous. i lurrrrve makeup.
zoegirl:
that’s why i finally decided to ask, because you always seem so happy when you’re doing your own. i watched you put on your blush last weekend, and you couldn’t stop smiling.
SnowAngel:
???
SnowAngel:
wait, i know what ur talking about. that was so i’d apply my blush right, u goof. when u smile, it makes it easier to find the apples of your cheeks.
zoegirl:
oh. i just thought you were really happy.
SnowAngel:
i AM really happy—that i get to do yours. i’ll make u a star, baby!
Fri, Oct 15, 4:54 PM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
i’m sorry to report that i’ve discovered a smell worse than period farts.
zoegirl:
period farts?
mad maddie:
don’t play dumb. i’m talking about those wretched farts u get when u have your period, which r totally different from normal farts?
zoegirl:
ahem, maddie? i don’t like where this is going.
mad maddie:
me neither, and i should know cuz i’m the one who—for some INSANE reason—agreed to try mark’s disgusting hemp milk with my raisin bran this morning.
zoegirl:
HEMP milk? i thought hemp was something you made clothes out of.
mad maddie:
apparently u can make big s out of it too. pelt-woman says it’s good for your digestive system, and now mark does 2, cuz he has to do everything she does. i wish he would hurry up and move into his own apartment and take his nasty hemp milk with him, cuz DAMN is it gross. u have to shake it before u use it, and sometimes little clots of something gross come floating out.
zoegirl:
that is revolting
mad maddie:
and now i have the nastiest gas i’ve ever had in my life. AND i’ve got a “date” with ian tonight. i’m trying to get it all out now before he picks me up.
zoegirl:
a “date,” huh? like, a date date?
mad maddie:
dinner and a movie, the whole shebang.
zoegirl:
maddie, that’s so sweet! u’ve got a real live beau!
mad maddie:
until i blow him away with my farts, that is.
mad maddie:
hey, if i text angela, is she gonna act all pissy, or has she forgiven me for giving jana a ride home on tuesday?
zoegirl:
she’s still annoyed, but u should text her anyway. she was just over here, but i bet she’s home by now.
mad maddie:
why was she over there? were u guys having a secret powwow w/o me?
zoegirl:
relax, she was just teaching me how to do makeup. u would’ve hated it.
mad maddie:
that’s for damn sure
mad maddie:
anyway, the whole jana thing was SO not a big deal. angela made it out like i was picking jana over her, and that totally wasn’t the case.
zoegirl:
listen, u don’t have to convince me.
mad maddie:
i mean, u and angela r my best friends, that goes without saying. but that doesn’t mean i can’t be friends with jana 2.
zoegirl:
i’m really ok with this, maddie.
mad maddie:
right. sorry.
mad maddie:
so… what r u doing tonight? any big plans now that ur all made up and beautiful?
zoegirl:
tonight? nah. i’ll be psyched to hear how your date goes, tho.
mad maddie:
yeah, i’ll
tell u all about it. guess i better—oops, there goes another one.
zoegirl:
another what?
mad maddie:
another hemp-milk fart. my butt cheeks r still flapping. byeas!
Fri, Oct 15, 5:55 PM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
hola, angela.
mad maddie:
r u still mad at me, or have u realized the error of your ways?
SnowAngel:
???
mad maddie:
never mind. let’s talk about something else, like my date with ian. i’m actually kinda nervous. isn’t that weird?
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