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this author  The sound of the school bell makes you jump at the
end of your boring algebra class. You lift your head ever so
slightly just enough to see the classmates around you gather
their things and head out the door. The teacher is erasing
something on the white board. You don’t really care what though.
You take your time to get out of the class and you drag your
feet to your locker. There is a pit in your stomach and you have
been dreading this moment for a long time. Everyone is rushing
around you trying to get to the game on time, or catch the bus,
or this or that. Whatever, you think. Your mind turns to the
task at hand. There is an envelope in your backpack, which is
now on your shoulder, and what bothers you most is that you have
no idea what’s in it. You just know that you are to deliver it
at the back corner behind the school. You are staring at the
ground when you bump into something. You look up and see Tony
Williamson, the cutest