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A/n: True story, computer was broken. My dad took it to be fixed, and normally that takes weeks…he was back with computer within 45 minutes! How awesome is that? Well, I'm excited, anyway. So here's the next chapter.
TygrLily: Wow, okay then. I'm not entirely sure if I should be complimented that my character made your miserable day, or not. So, I'm going to take it as a compliment, even if it isn't. I'm sorry about your friend, it isn't so much fun to lose a friend, especially not to death. And I wasn't really thinking of Connie when I thought up Mac's mom's name; I just wanted a name that seemed snobbish. Sorry to anyone if your name really is Contessa.
firexelement: I'm really happy you like my story so much. And I'm just really hyper in general.
rachel: I'm going to do my best to finish this story; I'm not sure how many chapters it's going to be. But I am working on it.
lisa ann: I hope you figured it out and were able to read chapter six.
daydreamrose: I'm so happy that people like my story so much! I was afraid that everyone was going to hate it and throw tomatoes at me or something. I even rewrote the prologue four times before I had it the way I wanted it.
Chapter Seven
Saga of the Lost Letters: Mac
Mac took a walk around campus to clear her head and calm herself down before she went back to her dorm to read Adam's letters. After about two hours of avoiding her dorm, she finally trudged her way back.
Willow had left a note on the white board on their door.
Macaroni and Cheese-
Killer test tomorrow, at the library
studying like hell. Your mom has
called like 10 times…
CALL HER!
Pillow and Blanket
"Like hell I'm calling that creature of the undead." Mac muttered to herself, still grumpy with her mother.
Mac finally settled down to read Adam's letters. Can't avoid them forever.
Even though the outside of the shoebox looked like it had seen better days, the inside was very organized. All of the letters were in chronological order, and wrapped in rubber bands.
Somebody had some time to kill, Mac thought as she ripped open the first letter.
Hey Kenzie-
How's it going in New York? You're lucky you aren't
here right now. The people that moved into your old
house don't have no kids. They're old and wrinkly.
And not very friendly!
Write Back Soon!
Yours till the kitchen sinks,
Adam
Hey Kenzie-
I'm not sure what's going on, all your letters keep
coming back to me. I hope you aren't mad at me
or anything. Maybe you're just really busy or
something. But anyway, I'm trying out for the
Hawks. The hockey team that Liam and Nate
played for. Dad's really pushing for me to make
the team, so I hope I do.
Write Back Soon
Yours till ice screams,
Adam
Hey Kenzie-
You're really starting to scare me, your letters
keep coming back to me. Please don't be mad
at me, Kenzie, I really miss you and I just
wanna talk to you.
Anyway, I had my tryout for the Hawks, and
guess what! I made the team! How awesome!
Yours till Niagara Falls,
Adam
Hey Kenzie-
Bad news. I'm playing for the Hawks illegally.
I'm supposed to be a Duck. But my dad
doesn't want me to play for them. He said
that I'd rather not play hockey at all then play
for the Ducks. I really just want to play hockey.
Please stop giving me the silent treatment,
Mac. Stop sending my letters back.
Yours till the cereal bowls,
Adam
Hey Kenzie-
Obviously, you don't want to be my friend
anymore. Fine. I give up. Have a nice life.
Adam
"Dammit! Why couldn't she just leave well enough alone: Mac threw the letters back into the box in frustration.
"Hey Mac. You got my note, right? Your mom has been calling like every five minutes for the last three hours. Would you call her already? She's getting on my nerves. I'm stressed enough as it is." Willow, now seven and a half months pregnant, walked into the room.
"Whoa, Hun, what happened here?"
"Adam wasn't lying. These are all the letters that he sent me. My mom sent them all back. I was being anti social, and she didn't like that."