Seattle Washington, Lincoln Middle School October 29th, 2009

"Good evening class, now I trust most if not all of you have finished up reading our assigned novel by now?"

'Groan... No not even close.'

The mountain of work I have received since I stared here last week is ridiculous, You'd think they'd cut me a little slack at least. Here for one week and I'm already two weeks behind on homework somehow, quite the overachiever I am.

-Buzzt Buzzt-

'Huh? Oh right my phone, still not quite use to having one that isn't attached to the wall.'

I look up at the front of the class and make sure Ms. Anderson is distracted before I discreetly slip the cellular device out of my pocket to see who on earth is texting me while I'm still in class, not that I'm mad, if anything I'm happy for anything that can distract me from my disastrous school career at the moment.

From: Chloe 11/2/2009 2:12 pm

Hey hippie, hows the Seattle commune treating you?
Must be shitty having no wi-fi or running water.

Shit! I knew I was forgetting something all week. Between the move, unpacking everything, and the sea of homework... or was it a mountain? Anyway it doesn't matter right now. What dose matter is that I forgot to e-mail Chloe back for over what? A week or more.

'and the bestfriend of the year award goes to... literally anyone but me.'

I look up again to make sure the teacher is still distracted, lucky for me she is still droning on about whatever novel I didn't have time to read... I catch a little of the lecture; something about a pig named George that overthrew his masters farm or something like that. I'll figure it out later when I read the book... if I read it. I type out a quick response to Chloe's message.

From: Max 11/2/2009 2:14 pm

SO SORRY! I've been bad about
e-mailing. Texting is better for me
anyway

I get a response almost immediately. I look around again and make sure no one is looking before reading her response. Damn texting in class is stressful, I wonder how Chloe dose it so easily.

From: Chloe 11/2/2009 2:14 pm

yo it's Max
From: Chloe 11/2/2009 2:17 pm

how's it going?

Before I even get a chance to respond I hear my name being called. Ms. Anderson just looks at me and gestures for the phone in my hands... Apparently I hadn't been so stealthy as I thought. I get up from my desk and do the walk of shame up to her desk. I mumble a 'Sorry' and she informs me that I can get this back at the end of the week. I look longingly at the phone for a second before I make my way back to my desk.

'Sorry Chloe... guess you'll have to wait a little longer.'