"What? Bull Spit! No way! Open it!" Alli screeched in excitement. Clare didn't know whether she was being sarcastic or not. "I can't, the cork is push in way too far." Clare said, while trying to open it again. "Ya, it's useless Alli. We need something other then our fingers. Maybe like a wine opener?" Clare stated the obvious. "Here, let…me…try my new manicured…nails…" Alli gasped out, while attempting to open it. "Al, give up. It's no use; we just have to go too my house and get a wine opener." Clare sighed in disappointment.

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"Okay, okay Clare. Now open it please. I really want to see what's in it." Alli happily commanded. "Alli, hold your horses." Clare said in a frustrated tone. "I don't have horses, thank you very much. I have a cat though. His name is Oliver..." Alli trailed off in all seriousness. Clare looked at Alli, while rubbing her temples in disbelief. "No comment…" Clare giggled, while looking at Allis' serious face. "Anyway Alli, don't worry...I… almost hav…I GOT IT ALLI." Clare squealed in happiness.

Alli tried grabbing the bottle from Clare multiple times; Clare just swatted her hands. "Stop Alli, may I remind you; you're the one that kicked it away. You obviously didn't want it, so it's mine now." Clare giggled hard, making a reasonable point. "Hmph, Clare! Fine then, I don't want an old disease infested bottle anyway." Alli said, while Clare was dumping out all the sand that was trapped in the bottle. "Wow, there is a lot of sand in this bottle. That's strange…" Clare pondered.

After getting the sand out, Clare finally reached the note. She pulled it out, while struggling. She looked at the rolled up note; seeing it was somewhat ruined. "It looks like some water seeped through the cork; the blue lines of the notebook paper are a little smeared. I sure hope that the note is still readable." Clare complained. "Who cares?" Alli smirked. "I mean, it's probably a note from Christopher Columbus or Lewis and Clark." Alli tried making Clare feel bad, but failed. "Alli, back then, they didn't have Coke, yet alone notebook paper like this…" Clare was being a smart alec. "Clare, you're being mean to me!" Alli stated.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry! I really am!" Clare paused. "If it makes you feel any better, you can read the note!" Clare said, feeling a smile tug at the corner of her lips. "Really? Thanks Clary Fairy." Alli squeaked, while holding out her hands.

Clare handed the note over, while looking at Alli; with her evil death eyes. "Why do you insist on calling me that?" Clare asked. "Do you think I like it?" Clare asked again. "Aha, I know you don't like it…that's why I call you it." Alli laughed while handling the note in her hands. "So, enough jibber jabber, let's open it." Alli said while unrolling the paper; smiling.

She looked at the note, and immediately frowned in disappointment. "Alli, what is it?" Clare said, trying to look over her shoulders. "It's just a stupid drawing…from a stupid little six year old or something." Alli complained. She handed the note to Clare; "Here you go, take the stupid drawing. I mean; you really wanted it...right?" Alli snickered at Clare.

Clare abruptly took the note from Allis' tiny hands. Clare looked at her disappointed friend; then too the drawing. "Awe, it's a mermaid. How Cute!" Clare smiled; before flipping to the back. "Alli Alli Alli, there is a note on the back." Clare sounded excited. "It's kinda hard to read though..." Clare squinted at the sloppy handwriting. Clare read it off to Alli as best as she could.

Hi. My name is Eli Goldsworthy, I'm 5 years old. Clare stopped reading, while trying to make out more of the scribbly writing. I have no friends; and I'm very lonely. My parents are divorced, and I'm an only child. Clare and Alli both sighed in sadness. "Poor little bugger." Alli said in sympathy. Clare continued on. All I want is a friend, if you want to be my friend; call 208-669-0905. I think that's my number…

"Hm, that's weird…I have never heard of that area code. I wonder how far away he is..." Clare questioned to herself."Awe Clare! We need to call him." Alli sighed. "But we don't know how old this letter is; and what if it's a pedophile?" Clare was becoming crazy. "Clare, that's ridiculous; you're ridiculous. We're going to call that number…" Alli demanded. "Alli, it's my bottle, and I will do whatever I want with it. And I choose to think about it…" Clare proclaimed proudly.

"Okay Clare! But when you decide to call it, tell me." Alli said while getting her black fur coat. "I'm going home. Take care beautiful. I love you." Alli hugged Clare; Clare hugged back. "Ditto." Clare replied. With that; Alli was in her car driving home.

Clare was alone now, looking at the note she placed on the counter. "Should I? Gahh, I will think about it…" Clare talked to herself.

She guiltily grabbed the note from the counter, and looked down at it. "I feel bad for you little boy… but should I really call you…?" She trailed off in uncertainty.