Part 7
Two months later...The talk of the accident had finally died down. You sat at your desk fidgeting with your pencil. The teacher was giving a boring lecture. A ball of paper hits your shoulder.
Dear your name
Will you go out with me. Hope your feeling better.
-Chris
Chris was the same grade as you he had ginger hair, was pretty tall, and had lots of freckles.
Say yes-part 8
Say no because you don't like them-part 9
Say no because you like Anya more-part 10
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